ZAHARA. ..............................................................................................................................................13

CHAPTER V. EXPEDITION OF THE MARQUES OF CADIZ AGAINST ALHAMA. ...................15

REGAIN IT. ..........................................................................................................................................18

ANDALUSIA HASTENED TO THE RELIEF OF ALHAMA. ..........................................................21

CHAPTER VIII. SEQUEL OF THE EVENTS AT ALHAMA. ...........................................................23

EL CHICO............................................................................................................................................25

CHAPTER X. ROYAL EXPEDITION AGAINST LOXA..................................................................27

MEDINA SIDONIA, AND HOW HE WAS RECEIVED. ..................................................................30

MALAGA. ............................................................................................................................................33

MALAGA. ............................................................................................................................................39

QUEST OF KING BOABDIL. .............................................................................................................42

CHAPTER XVI. THE BATTLE OF LUCENA. ...................................................................................44

HIS SON BOABDIL............................................................................................................................49

CHAPTER XIX. CAPTIVITY OF BOABDIL EL CHICO. .................................................................50

CHAPTER XXI. RETURN OF BOABDIL FROM CAPTIVITY. .......................................................53

CHAPTER XXIII. RETREAT OF HAMET EL ZEGRI, ALCAYDE OF RONDA............................59

THE ALCAYDE DE LOS DONCELES. .............................................................................................61

ZAHARA, AND THE RESULT OF HIS ENTERPRISE. ..................................................................63

GOVERNED BY THE COUNT DE TENDILLA..............................................................................64

MOORS.................................................................................................................................................67

AGAINST THE MOORS, AND HOW HE LAID SIEGE TO COIN AND CARTAMA. .................71

CHAPTER XXX. SIEGE OF RONDA. ................................................................................................73

THRONE, AND HOW HE MARCHED TO THE CAPITAL. ...........................................................76

ANOTHER KING, AND HOW HE FARED IN HIS ATTEMPT. .....................................................78

ALBAHAR...........................................................................................................................................81

ZALEA.................................................................................................................................................84

CHAPTER XXXV. DEATH OF MULEY ABUL HASSAN. ..............................................................86

OF CORDOVA. ....................................................................................................................................87

HOW THE PEOPLE UNDERTOOK TO ALLAY THEM................................................................90

ROCK OF THE LOVERS. ...................................................................................................................91

THE ENGLISH EARL.........................................................................................................................93

CHAPTER XL. CONCLUSION OF THE SIEGE OF LOXA. .............................................................95

CHAPTER XLI. CAPTURE OF ILLORA. ...........................................................................................96

MOCLIN, AND OF THE PLEASANT SAYINGS OF THE ENGLISH EARL. ................................97

STRANGE EVENTS THAT ATTENDED ITS CAPTURE. ..............................................................99

BROTHERS. .......................................................................................................................................101

THE LATTER WAS ROUSED TO ACTION...................................................................................104

PERILS IN THE ALHAMBRA.........................................................................................................105

CHAPTER XLVII. HOW KING FERDINAND LAID SIEGE TO VELEZ MALAGA...................108

IMMINENT PERIL BEFORE VELEZ MALAGA..........................................................................112

FERDINAND......................................................................................................................................114

ZAGAL. ..............................................................................................................................................115

CHAPTER LI. SURRENDER OF VELEZ MALAGA AND OTHER PLACES. ..............................117

HERNANDO DEL PULGAR............................................................................................................118

CHAPTER LIII. ADVANCE OF KING FERDINAND AGAINST MALAGA. ...............................121

CHAPTER LIV. SIEGE OF MALAGA. .............................................................................................123

ZEGRI. ................................................................................................................................................124

CHAPTER LVI. ATTACK OF THE MARQUES OF CADIZ UPON GIBRALFARO....................125

KINDS.................................................................................................................................................126

CHAPTER LVIII. SUFFERINGS OF THE PEOPLE OF MALAGA. ...............................................128

OF MALAGA FROM THE POWER OF ITS ENEMIES................................................................129

THE ARTS OF A MOORISH ASTROLOGER. ...............................................................................131

BY FRANCISCO RAMIREZ DE MADRID. ...................................................................................133

ZEGRI. .................................................................................................................................................134

BANNER TO ATTACK THE CHRISTIAN CAMP........................................................................135

CHAPTER LXIV. HOW THE CITY OF MALAGA CAPITULATED. ............................................137

HAMET EL ZEGRI. ...........................................................................................................................139

SKILL IN BARGAINING WITH THE INHABITANTS FOR THEIR RANSOM. .........................140

DIFFERENT PART OF THE TERRITORIES OF THE MOORS....................................................143

KINGDOM OF GRANADA, AND HOW HE WAS RECEIVED BY EL ZAGAL. .......................145

CHRISTIANS. ....................................................................................................................................147

BAZA, AND HOW THE CITY PREPARED FOR DEFENCE........................................................148

CHAPTER LXXI. THE BATTLE OF THE GARDENS BEFORE BAZA. .......................................151

CHAPTER LXXII. SIEGE OF BAZA.EMBARRASSMENTS OF THE ARMY. ........................153

COMPLETELY INVESTED THE CITY.........................................................................................154

CAVALIERS......................................................................................................................................155

CHAPTER LXXV. CONTINUATION OF THE SIEGE OF BAZA. .................................................157

CAMP.................................................................................................................................................158

ARMY WITH PROVISIONS. ...........................................................................................................161

CHAPTER LXXVIII. OF THE DISASTERS WHICH BEFELL THE CAMP. .................................162

OF THEIR CITY................................................................................................................................163

CONSEQUENCES OF HER ARRIVAL...........................................................................................165

CHAPTER LXXXI. THE SURRENDER OF BAZA.........................................................................166

EL ZAGAL.........................................................................................................................................172

CITY OF GRANADA.......................................................................................................................174

CHAPTER LXXXV. THE FATE OF THE CASTLE OF ROMA.....................................................176

EXPEDITION AGAINST ALHENDIN. ...........................................................................................178

CHAPTER LXXXVII. EXPLOIT OF THE COUNT DE TENDILLA..............................................179

SALOBRENA. EXPLOIT OF HERNAN PEREZ DEL PULGAR. .............................................181

AND HOW EL ZAGAL FINISHED HIS REGAL CAREER...........................................................184

CHAPTER XC. PREPARATIONS OF GRANADA FOR A DESPERATE DEFENCE..................186

AND HOW QUEEN ISABELLA ARRIVED AT THE CAMP........................................................188

DARING EXPLOIT OF HERNAN PEREZ DEL PULGAR. ............................................................189

AND MOORS. ....................................................................................................................................190

CHAPTER XCIV. THE LAST RAVAGE BEFORE GRANADA. ....................................................193

SANTA FE.........................................................................................................................................195

CHAPTER XCVI. FAMINE AND DISCORD IN THE CITY. ..........................................................197

CHAPTER XCVII. CAPITULATION OF GRANADA. ....................................................................198

CHAPTER XCVIII. COMMOTIONS IN GRANADA......................................................................200

CHAPTER XCIX. SURRENDER OF GRANADA. ...........................................................................201

GRANADA. ........................................................................................................................................204

Although the following Chronicle bears the name of the venerable Fray Antonio Agapida, it is rather a

superstructure reared upon the fragments which remain of his work. It may be asked, Who is this same

Agapida, who is cited with such deference, yet whose name is not to be found in any of the catalogues of

Spanish authors? The question is hard to answer. He appears to have been one of the many indefatigable

authors of Spain who have filled the libraries of convents and cathedrals with their tomes, without ever

dreaming of bringing their labors to the press. He evidently was deeply and accurately informed of the

particulars of the wars between his countrymen and the Moors, a tract of history but too much overgrown

with the weeds of fable. His glowing zeal, also, in the cause of the Catholic faith entitles him to be held up as

a model of the good old orthodox chroniclers, who recorded with such pious exultation the united triumphs of

the cross and the sword. It is deeply to be regretted, therefore, that his manuscripts, deposited in the libraries

of various convents, have been dispersed during the late convulsions in Spain, so that nothing is now to be

met of them but disjointed fragments. These, however, are too precious to be suffered to fall into oblivion, as

they contain many curious facts not to be found in any other historian. In the following work, therefore, the

manuscript of the worthy Fray Antonio will be adopted wherever it exists entire, but will be filled up,

extended, illustrated, and corroborated by citations from various authors, both Spanish and Arabian, who

have treated of the subject. Those who may wish to know how far the work is indebted to the Chronicle of

Fray Antonio Agapida may readily satisfy their curiosity by referring to his manuscript fragments, carefully

Before entering upon the history it may be as well to notice the opinions of certain of the most learned and

Marinus Siculus, historian to Charles V., pronounces it a war to avenge ancient injuries received by the

Christians from the Moors, to recover the kingdom of Granada, and to extend the name and honor of the

Estevan de Garibay, one of the most distinguished Spanish historians, regards the war as a special act of

divine clemency toward the Moors, to the end that those barbarians and infidels, who had dragged out so

many centuries under the diabolical oppression of the absurd sect of Mahomet, should at length be reduced to

Padre Mariana, also a venerable Jesuit and the most renowned historian of Spain, considers the past

domination of the Moors a scourge inflicted on the Spanish nation for its iniquities, but the conquest of

Granada the reward of Heaven for its great act of propitiation in establishing the glorious tribunal of the

Inquisition! No sooner (says the worthy father) was this holy office opened in Spain than there shone forth a

resplendent light. Then it was that, through divine favor, the nation increased in power, and became

Having thus cited high and venerable authority for considering this war in the light of one of those pious

enterprises denominated crusades, we trust we have said enough to engage the Christian reader to follow us

The foregoing introduction, prefixed to the former editions of this work, has been somewhat of a detriment to

it. Fray Antonio Agapida was found to be an imaginary personage, and this threw a doubt over the credibility

of his Chronicle, which was increased by a vein of irony indulged here and there, and by the occasional

heightening of some of the incidents and the romantic coloring of some of the scenes. A word or two

*Many of the observations in this note have already appeared in an explanatory article which at Mr. Murray's

The idea of the work was suggested while I was occupied at Madrid in writing the Life of Columbus. In

searching for traces of his early life I was led among the scenes of the war of Granada, he having followed

the Spanish sovereigns in some of their campaigns, and been present at the surrender of the Moorish capital. I

actually wove some of these scenes into the biography, but found they occupied an undue space, and stood

out in romantic relief not in unison with the general course of the narrative. My mind, however, had become

so excited by the stirring events and romantic achievements of this war that I could not return with

composure to the sober biography I had in hand. The idea then occurred, as a means of allaying the

excitement, to throw off a rough draught of the history of this war, to be revised and completed at future

leisure. It appeared to me that its true course and character had never been fully illustrated. The world had

received a strangely perverted idea of it through Florian's romance of "Gonsalvo of Cordova," or through the

legend, equally fabulous, entitled "The Civil Wars of Granada," by Ginez Perez de la Hita, the pretended

work of an Arabian contemporary, but in reality a Spanish fabrication. It had been woven over with

lovetales and scenes of sentimental gallantry totally opposite to its real character; for it was, in truth, one of

the sternest of those iron conflicts sanctified by the title of "holy wars." In fact, the genuine nature of the war

placed it far above the need of any amatory embellishments. It possessed sufficient interest in the striking

contrast presented by the combatants of Oriental and European creeds, costumes, and manners, and in the

hardy and harebrained enterprises, the romantic adventures, the picturesque forays through mountain regions,

the daring assaults and surprisals of cliffbuilt castles and cragged fortresses, which succeeded each other

The time of the contest also contributed to heighten the interest. It was not long after the invention of

gunpowder, when firearms and artillery mingled the flash and smoke and thunder of modern warfare with the

steely splendor of ancient chivalry, and gave an awful magnificence and terrible sublimity to battle, and when

the old Moorish towers and castles, that for ages had frowned defiance to the batteringrams and catapults of

classic tactics, were toppled down by the lombards of the Spanish engineers. It was one of the cases in which

The more I thought about the subject, the more I was tempted to undertake it, and the facilities at hand at

length determined me. In the libraries of Madrid and in the private library of the American consul, Mr. Rich, I

had access to various chronicles and other works, both printed and in manuscript, written at the time by

eyewitnesses, and in some instances by persons who had actually mingled in the scenes recorded and gave

descriptions of them from different points of view and with different details. These works were often diffuse

and tedious, and occasionally discolored by the bigotry, superstition, and fierce intolerance of the age; but

their pages were illumined at times with scenes of high emprise, of romantic generosity, and heroic valor,

which flashed upon the reader with additional splendor from the surrounding darkness. I collated these

various works, some of which have never appeared in print, drew from each facts relative to the different

enterprises, arranged them in as clear and lucid order as I could command, and endeavored to give them

somewhat of a graphic effect by connecting them with the manners and customs of the age in which they

occurred. The rough draught being completed, I laid the manuscript aside and proceeded with the Life of

Columbus. After this was finished and sent to the press I made a tour in Andalusia, visited the ruins of the

Moorish towns, fortresses, and castles, and the wild mountain passes and defiles which had been the scenes

of the most remarkable events of the war, and passed some time in the ancient palace of the Alhambra, the

once favorite abode of the Moorish monarchs. Everywhere I took notes, from the most advantageous points

of view, of whatever could serve to give local verity and graphic effect to the scenes described. Having taken

up my abode for a time at Seville, I then resumed my manuscript and rewrote it, benefited by my travelling

notes and the fresh and vivid impressions of my recent tour. In constructing my chronicle I adopted the

fiction of a Spanish monk as the chronicler. Fray Antonio Agapida was intended as a personification of the

monkish zealots who hovered about the sovereigns in their campaigns, marring the chivalry of the camp by

the bigotry of the cloister, and chronicling in rapturous strains every act of intolerance toward the Moors. In

fact, scarce a sally of the pretended friar when he bursts forth in rapturous eulogy of some great stroke of

selfish policy on the part of Ferdinand, or exults over some overwhelming disaster of the gallant and devoted

Moslems, but is taken almost word for word from one or other of the orthodox chroniclers of Spain.

The ironical vein also was provoked by the mixture of kingcraft and priestcraft discernible throughout this

great enterprise, and the mistaken zeal and selfdelusion of many of its most gallant and generous

champions. The romantic coloring seemed to belong to the nature of the subject, and was in harmony with

what I had seen in my tour through the poetical and romantic regions in which the events had taken place.

With all these deductions the work, in all its essential points, was faithful to historical fact and built upon

substantial documents. It was a great satisfaction to me, therefore, after the doubts that had been expressed of

the authenticity of my chronicle, to find it repeatedly and largely used by Don Miguel Lafuente Alcantara of

Granada in his recent learned and elaborate history of his native city, he having had ample opportunity, in his

varied and indefatigable researches, of judging how far it accorded with documentary authority.

I have still more satisfaction in citing the following testimonial of Mr. Prescott, whose researches for his

admirable history of Ferdinand and Isabella took him over the same ground I had trodden. His testimonial is

written in the liberal and courteous spirit characteristic of him, but with a degree of eulogium which would

make me shrink from quoting it did I not feel the importance of his voucher for the substantial accuracy of

"Mr. Irving's late publication, the 'Chronicle of the Conquest of Granada,' has superseded all further necessity

for poetry and, unfortunately for me, for history. He has fully availed himself of all the picturesque and

animating movement of this romantic era, and the reader who will take the trouble to compare his chronicle

with the present more prosaic and literal narrative will see how little he has been seduced from historic

accuracy by the poetical aspect of his subject. The fictitious and romantic dress of his work has enabled him

to make it the medium of reflecting more vividly the floating opinions and chimerical fancies of the age,

while he has illuminated the picture with the dramatic brilliancy of coloring denied to sober history."*

In the present edition I have endeavored to render the work more worthy of the generous encomium of Mr.

Prescott. Though I still retain the fiction of the monkish author Agapida, I have brought my narrative more

strictly within historical bounds, have corrected and enriched it in various parts with facts recently brought to

light by the researches of Alcantara and others, and have sought to render it a faithful and characteristic

The history of those bloody and disastrous wars which have caused the downfall of mighty empires (observes

Fray Antonio Agapida) has ever been considered a study highly delectable and full of precious edification.

What, then, must be the history of a pious crusade waged by the most Catholic of sovereigns to rescue from

the power of the infidels one of the most beautiful but benighted regions of the globe? Listen, then, while

from the solitude of my cell I relate the events of the conquest of Granada, where Christian knight and

turbaned infidel disputed, inch by inch, the fair land of Andalusia, until the Crescent, that symbol of

heathenish abomination, was cast down, and the blessed Cross, the tree of our redemption, erected in its

Nearly eight hundred years were past and gone since the Arabian invaders had sealed the perdition of Spain

by the defeat of Don Roderick, the last of her Gothic kings. Since that disastrous event one portion after

another of the Peninsula had been gradually recovered by the Christian princes, until the single but powerful

and warlike territory of Granada alone remained under the domination of the Moors.

This renowned kingdom, situated in the southern part of Spain and washed on one side by the Mediterranean

Sea, was traversed in every direction by sierras or chains of lofty and rugged mountains, naked, rocky, and

precipitous, rendering it almost impregnable, but locking up within their sterile embraces deep, rich, and

In the centre of the kingdom lay its capital, the beautiful city of Granada, sheltered, as it were, in the lap of

the Sierra Nevada, or Snowy Mountains. Its houses, seventy thousand in number, covered two lofty hills with

their declivities and a deep valley between them, through which flowed the Darro. The streets were narrow,

as is usual in Moorish and Arab cities, but there were occasionally small squares and open places. The houses

had gardens and interior courts, set out with orange, citron, and pomegranate trees and refreshed by fountains,

so that as the edifices ranged above each other up the sides of the hills, they presented a delightful appearance

of mingled grove and city. One of the hills was surmounted by the Alcazaba, a strong fortress commanding

all that part of the city; the other by the Alhambra, a royal palace and warrior castle, capable of containing

within its alcazar and towers a garrison of forty thousand men, but possessing also its harem, the voluptuous

abode of the Moorish monarchs, laid out with courts and gardens, fountains and baths, and stately halls

decorated in the most costly style of Oriental luxury. According to Moorish tradition, the king who built this

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mighty and magnificent pile was skilled in the occult sciences, and furnished himself with the necessary

funds by means of alchemy.* Such was its lavish splendor that even at the present day the stranger,

wandering through its silent courts and deserted halls, gazes with astonishment at gilded ceilings and fretted

domes, the brilliancy and beauty of which have survived the vicissitudes of war and the silent dilapidation of

The city was surrounded by high walls, three leagues in circuit, furnished with twelve gates and a thousand

and thirty towers. Its elevation above the sea and the neighborhood of the Sierra Nevada crowned with

perpetual snows tempered the fervid rays of summer, so that while other cities were panting with the sultry

and stifling heat of the dogdays, the most salubrious breezes played through the marble halls of Granada.

The glory of the city, however, was its Vega or plain, which spread out to a circumference of thirtyseven

leagues, surrounded by lofty mountains, and was proudly compared to the famous plain of Damascus. It was

a vast garden of delight, refreshed by numerous fountains and by the silver windings of the Xenil. The labor

and ingenuity of the Moors had diverted the waters of this river into thousands of rills and streams, and

diffused them over the whole surface of the plain. Indeed, they had wrought up this happy region to a degree

of wonderful prosperity, and took a pride in decorating it as if it had been a favorite mistress. The hills were

clothed with orchards and vineyards, the valleys embroidered with gardens, and the wide plains covered with

waving grain. Here were seen in profusion the orange, the citron, the fig, and the pomegranate, with great

plantations of mulberry trees, from which was produced the finest silk. The vine clambered from tree to tree,

the grapes hung in rich clusters about the peasant's cottage, and the groves were rejoiced by the perpetual

song of the nightingale. In a word, so beautiful was the earth, so pure the air, and so serene the sky of this

delicious region that the Moors imagined the paradise of their Prophet to be situated in that part of the heaven

Within this favored realm, so prodigally endowed and strongly fortified by nature, the Moslem wealth, valor,

and intelligence, which had once shed such a lustre over Spain, had gradually retired, and here they made

their final stand. Granada had risen to splendor on the ruin of other Moslem kingdoms, but in so doing had

become the sole object of Christian hostility, and had to maintain its very existence by the sword. The

Moorish capital accordingly presented a singular scene of Asiatic luxury and refinement, mingled with the

glitter and the din of arms. Letters were still cultivated, philosophy and poetry had their schools and disciples,

and the language spoken was said to be the most elegant Arabic. A passion for dress and ornament pervaded

all ranks. That of the princesses and ladies of high rank, says Al Kattib, one of their own writers, was carried

to a height of luxury and magnificence that bordered on delirium. They wore girdles and bracelets and anklets

of gold and silver, wrought with exquisite art and delicacy and studded with jacinths, chrysolites, emeralds,

and other precious stones. They were fond of braiding and decorating their beautiful long tresses or confining

them in knots sparkling with jewels. They were finely formed, excessively fair, graceful in their manners, and

fascinating in their conversation; when they smiled, says Al Kattib, they displayed teeth of dazzling

The Moorish cavaliers, when not in armor, delighted in dressing themselves in Persian style, in garments of

wool, of silk, or cotton of the finest texture, beautifully wrought with stripes of various colors. In winter they

wore, as an outer garment, the African cloak or Tunisian albornoz, but in the heat of summer they arrayed

themselves in linen of spotless whiteness. The same luxury prevailed in their military equipments. Their

armor was inlaid and chased with gold and silver. The sheaths of their scimetars were richly labored and

enamelled, the blades were of Damascus bearing texts from the Koran or martial and amorous mottoes; the

belts were of golden filigree studded with gems; their poniards of Fez were wrought in the arabesque fashion;

their lances bore gay bandaroles; their horses were sumptuously caparisoned with housings of green and

crimson velvet, wrought with silk and enamelled with gold and silver. All this warlike luxury of the youthful

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chivalry was encouraged by the Moorish kings, who ordained that no tax should be imposed on the gold and

silver employed in these embellishments; and the same exxfxception was extended to the bracelets and other

Of the chivalrous gallantry which prevailed between the sexes in this romantic period of Moorish history we

have traces in the thousand ballads which have come down to our day, and which have given a tone and

coloring to Spanish amatory literature and to everything in Spain connected with the tender passion.

War was the normal state of Granada and its inhabitants; the common people were subject at any moment to

be summoned to the field, and all the upper class was a brilliant chivalry. The Christian princes, so successful

in regaining the rest of the Peninsula, found their triumphs checked at the mountainboundaries of this

kingdom. Every peak had its atalaya, or watchtower, ready to make its fire by night or to send up its column

of smoke by day, a signal of invasion at which the whole country was on the alert. To penetrate the defiles of

this perilous country, to surprise a frontier fortress, or to make a foray into the Vega and a hasty ravage

within sight of the very capital were among the most favorite and daring exploits of the Castilian chivalry.

But they never pretended to hold the region thus ravaged; it was sack, burn, plunder, and away; and these

desolating inroads were retaliated in kind by the Moorish cavaliers, whose greatest delight was a "tala," or

A partisan warfare of this kind had long existed between Granada and its most formidable antagonists, the

kingdoms of Castile and Leon. It was one which called out the keen yet generous rivalry of Christian and

Moslem cavaliers, and gave rise to individual acts of chivalrous gallantry and daring prowess; but it was one

which was gradually exhausting the resources and sapping the strength of Granada. One of the latest of its

kings, therefore, Aben Ismael by name, disheartened by a foray which had laid waste the Vega, and conscious

that the balance of warfare was against his kingdom, made a truce in 1457 with Henry IV., king of Castile

and Leon, stipulating to pay him an annual tribute of twelve thousand doblas or pistoles of gold, and to

liberate annually six hundred Christian captives, or in default of captives to give an equal number of Moors as

The truce, however, was of a partial nature, with singular reservations. It did not include the Moorish frontier

toward Jaen, which was to remain open for the warlike enterprises of either nation; neither did it prohibit

sudden attacks upon towns and castles, provided they were mere forays, conducted furtively, without sound

of trumpet or display of banners or pitching of camps or regular investment, and that they did not last above

*Zurita, Anales de Aragon, 1. 20, c. 42; Mariana, Hist. de Espana 1. 25, c. 1; Bleda, Coron. de los Moros, l. 5,

Aben Ismael was faithful in observing the conditions of the truce, but they were regarded with impatience by

his eldest son, Muley Abul Hassan, a prince of a fiery and belligerent spirit, and fond of casing himself in

armor and mounting his warhorse. He had been present at Cordova at one of the payments of tribute, and

had witnessed the scoffs and taunts of the Christians, and his blood boiled whenever he recalled the

humiliating scene. When he came to the throne in 1465, on the death of his father, he ceased the payment of

the tribute altogether, and it was sufficient to put him into a tempest of rage only to mention it.

"He was a fierce and warlike infidel," says the pious Fray Antonio Agapida; "his bitterness against the holy

Christian faith had been signalized in battle during the lifetime of his father, and the same diabolical spirit of

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The flagrant want of faith of Muley Abul Hassan in fulfilling treaty stipulations passed unresented during the

residue of the reign of Henry the Impotent, and the truce was tacitly continued without the enforcement of

tribute during the first three years of the reign of his successors, Ferdinand and Isabella of glorious and happy

memory, who were too much engrossed by civil commotions in their own dominions, and by a war of

succession waged with them by the king of Portugal, to risk an additional conflict with the Moorish

sovereign. When, however, at the expiration of the term of truce, Muley Abul Hassan sought a renewal of it,

the pride and piety of the Castilian sovereigns were awakened to the flagrant defalcation of the infidel king,

and they felt themselves called upon, by their dignity as monarchs and their religious obligations as

In the year of grace 1478, therefore, Don Juan de Vera, a zealous and devout knight, full of ardor for the faith

and loyalty to the Crown, was sent as ambassador for the purpose. He was armed at all points, gallantly

mounted, and followed by a moderate but wellappointed retinue: in this way he crossed the Moorish

frontier, and passed slowly through the country, looking round him with the eyes of a practised warrior and

carefully noting its military points and capabilities. He saw that the Moor was well prepared for possible

hostilities. Every town was strongly fortified. The Vega was studded with towers of refuge for the peasantry:

every pass of the mountain had its castle of defence, every lofty height its watchtower. As the Christian

cavaliers passed under the walls of the fortresses, lances and scimetars flashed from their battlements, and the

Moorish sentinels darted from their dark eyes glances of hatred and defiance. It was evident that a war with

this kingdom must be a war of posts, full of doughty peril and valiant enterprise, where every step must be

gained by toil and bloodshed, and maintained with the utmost difficulty. The warrior spirit of the cavaliers

kindled at the thoughts, and they were impatient for hostilities; "not," says Antonio Agapida, "from any thirst

for rapine and revenge, but from that pure and holy indignation which every Spanish knight entertained at

beholding this beautiful dominion of his ancestors defiled by the footsteps of infidel usurpers. It was

impossible," he adds, "to contemplate this delicious country, and not long to see it restored to the dominion of

Arrived at the gates of Granada, Don Juan de Vera and his companions saw the same vigilant preparations on

the part of the Moorish king. His walls and towers were of vast strength, in complete repair, and mounted

with lombards and other heavy ordnance. His magazines were well stored with the munitions of war; he had a

mighty host of footsoldiers, together with squadrons of cavalry, ready to scour the country and carry on

either defensive or predatory warfare. The Christian warriors noted these things without dismay; their hearts

rather glowed with emulation at the thoughts of encountering so worthy a foe. As they slowly pranced

through the streets of Granada they looked round with eagerness on the stately palaces and sumptuous

mosques, on its alcayceria or bazar, crowded with silks and cloth of silver and gold, with jewels and precious

stones, and other rich merchandise, the luxuries of every clime; and they longed for the time when all this

wealth should be the spoil of the soldiers of the faith, and when each tramp of their steeds might be fetlock

The Moorish inhabitants looked jealously at this small but proud array of Spanish chivalry, as it paraded,

with that stateliness possessed only by Spanish cavaliers, through the renowned gate of Elvira. They were

struck with the stern and lofty demeanor of Don Juan de Vera and his sinewy frame, which showed him

formed for hardy deeds of arms, and they supposed he had come in search of distinction by defying the

Moorish knights in open tourney or in the famous tilt with reeds for which they were so renowned, for it was

still the custom of the knights of either nation to mingle in these courteous and chivalrous contests during the

intervals of war. When they learnt, however, that he was come to demand the tribute so abhorrent to the ears

of the fiery monarch, they observed that it well required a warrior of his apparent nerve to execute such an

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Muley Abul Hassan received the cavalier in state, seated on a magnificent divan and surrounded by the

officers of his court, in the Hall of Ambassadors, one of the most sumptuous apartments of the Alhambra.

When De Vera had delivered his message, a haughty and bitter smile curled the lip of the fierce monarch.

"Tell your sovereigns," said he, "that the kings of Granada, who used to pay tribute in money to the Castilian

crown, are dead. Our mint at present coins nothing but blades of scimetars and heads of lances."*

The defiance couched in this proud reply was heard with secret satisfaction by Don Juan de Vera, for he was

a bold soldier and a devout hater of the infidels, and he saw iron war in the words of the Moorish monarch.

Being master, however, of all points of etiquette, he retained an inflexible demeanor, and retired from the

apartment with stately and ceremonious gravity. His treatment was suited to his rank and dignity: a

magnificent apartment in the Alhambra was assigned to him, and before his departure a scimetar was sent to

him by the king, the blade of the finest Damascus steel, the hilt of agate enriched with precious stones, and

the guard of gold. De Vera drew it, and smiled grimly as he noticed the admirable temper of the blade. "His

Majesty has given me a trenchant weapon," said he: "I trust a time will come when I may show him that I

know how to use his royal present." The reply was considered a compliment, of course: the bystanders little

On his return to Cordova, Don Juan de Vera delivered the reply of the Moor, but at the same time reported

the state of his territories. These had been strengthened and augmented during the weak reign of Henry IV.

and the recent troubles of Castile. Many cities and strong places contiguous to Granada, but heretofore

conquered by the Christians, had renewed their allegiance to Muley Abul Hassan, so that his kingdom now

contained fourteen cities, ninetyseven fortified places, besides numerous unwalled towns and villages

defended by formidable castles, while Granada towered in the centre as the citadel.

The wary Ferdinand, as he listened to the military report of Don Juan de Vera, saw that the present was no

time for hostilities with a warrior kingdom so bristled over with means of defence. The internal discords of

Castile still continued, as did the war with Portugal: under these circumstances he forbore to insist upon the

payment of tribute, and tacitly permitted the truce to continue; but the defiance contained in the reply of

Muley Abul Hassan remained rankling in his bosom as a future ground of war; and De Vera's description of

Granada as the centre of a system of strongholds and rockbuilt castles suggested to him his plan of

conquestby taking town after town and fortress after fortress, and gradually plucking away all the supports

before he attempted the capital. He expressed his resolution in a memorable pun or play upon the name of

Granada, which signifies a pomegranate. "I will pick out the seeds of this pomegranate one by one," said the

NOTE.In the first edition of this work the author recounted a characteristic adventure of the stout Juan de

Vera as happening on the occasion of this embassy; a further consultation of historical authorities has induced

him to transfer it to a second embassy of De Vera's, which the reader will find related in a subsequent

CHAPTER III. DOMESTIC FEUDS IN THE ALHAMBRARIVAL SULTANAS PREDICTIONS CONCERNING BOABDIL, THE HEIR TO THE THRONEHOW FERDINAND MEDITATES WAR AGAINST GRANADA, AND HOW HE IS ANTICIPATED. 11

Though Muley Abul Hassan was at peace in his external relations, a civil war raged in his harem, which it is

proper to notice, as it had a fatal effect upon the fortunes of the kingdom. Though cruel by nature, he was

uxorious and somewhat prone to be managed by his wives. Early in life he had married his kinswoman, Ayxa

(or Ayesha), daughter of his greatuncle, the sultan Mohammed VII., surnamed El Hayzari, or the

Lefthanded. She was a woman of almost masculine spirit and energy, and of such immaculate and

inaccessible virtue that she was generally called La Horra, or the Chaste. By her he had a son, Abu Abdallah,

or, as he is commonly named by historians, Boabdil. The court astrologers, according to custom, cast the

horoscope of the infant, but were seized with fear and trembling as they regarded it. "Allah Akbar! God is

great!" exclaimed they; "he alone controls the fate of empires. It is written in the book of fate that this child

will one day sit upon the throne, but that the downfall of the kingdom will be accomplished during his reign."

From that time the prince had been regarded with aversion by his father, and the prediction which hung over

him and the persecutions to which he became subjected procured him the surname of El Zogoybi, or the

Unfortunate. He grew up, however, under the protection of his valianthearted mother, who by the energy of

her character long maintained an undisputed sway in the harem, until, as her youth passed away and her

In one of the forays of the Moorish chivalry into the Christian territories they had surprised a frontier fortress

commanded by Sancho Ximenes de Solis, a noble and valiant cavalier, who fell in bravely defending it.

Among the captives was his daughter Isabella, then almost in her infancy, who was brought to Granada,

delicately raised, and educated in the Moslem faith.* Her Moorish captors gave her the name of Fatima, but

as she grew up her surpassing beauty gained her the surname of Zoraya, or the Morning Star, by which she

has become known in history. Her charms at length attracted the notice of Muley Abul Hassan, and she soon

became a member of his harem. Some have spoken of her as a Christian slave whom he had made his

concubine; but others, with more truth, represent her as one of his wives, and ultimately his favorite sultana;

and indeed it was often the case that female captives of rank and beauty, when converted to the faith of Islam,

Zoraya soon acquired complete ascendancy over the mind of Muley Abul Hassan. She was as ambitious as

she was beautiful, and, having become the mother of two sons, looked forward to the possibility of one of

them sitting on the throne of Granada. These ambitious views were encouraged, if not suggested, by a faction

which gathered round her inspired by kindred sympathies. The king's vizier, Abul Cacim Vanegas, who had

great influence over him, was, like Zoraya, of Christian descent, being of the noble house of Luque. His

father, one of the Vanegas of Cordova, had been captured in infancy and brought up as a Moslem.* From him

sprang the vizier, Abul Cacim Vanegas, and his brother, Reduan Vanegas, likewise high in rank in the court

of Muley Abul Hassan, and they had about them numerous and powerful connections, all basking in court

favor. Though Moslems in faith, they were all drawn to Zoraya by the tie of foreign and Christian descent,

and sought to elevate her and her children to the disparagement of Ayxa la Horra and her son Boabdil. The

latter, on the other hand, were supported by the noble and oncepotent family of the Abencerrages and by

Aben Comixa, alcayde of the Alhambra; and between these two factions, headed by rival sultanas, the harem

of Muley Abul Hassan became the scene of inveterate jealousies and intrigues, which in time, as will be

**It is to be noted that several historians have erroneously represented Zoraya as the mother of Boabdil,

instead of Ayxa la Horra, and the Abencerrages as the opponents of Boabdil, instead of his strenuous

adherents. The statement in the text is according to the most reliable authorities.

CHAPTER III. DOMESTIC FEUDS IN THE ALHAMBRARIVAL SULTANAS PREDICTIONS CONCERNING BOABDIL, THE HEIR TO THE THRONEHOW FERDINAND MEDITATES WAR AGAINST GRANADA, AND HOW HE IS ANTICIPATED. 12

While these female feuds were threatening Muley Abul Hassan with trouble and disaster at home, his evil

genius prompted him to an enterprise which involved him in tenfold danger from abroad. The reader has

already been apprised of a singular clause in the truce existing between the Christians and the Moors,

permitting hasty dashes into each other's territories and assaults of towns and fortresses, provided they were

carried on as mere forays and without the parade of regular warfare. A long time had elapsed, however,

without any incursion of the kind on the part of the Moors, and the Christian towns on the frontiers had, in

consequence, fallen into a state of the most negligent security. In an unlucky moment Muley Abul Hassan

was tempted to one of these forays by learning that the fortress of Zahara, on the frontier between Ronda and

Medina Sidonia, was but feebly garrisoned and scantily supplied, and that its alcayde was careless of his

charge. This important post was built on the crest of a rocky mountain, with a strong castle perched above it

upon a cliff, so high that it was said to be above the flight of birds or drift of clouds. The streets and many of

the houses were mere excavations wrought out of the living rock. The town had but one gate, opening to the

west and defended by towers and bulwarks. The only ascent to this cragged fortress was by roads cut in the

rock, so rugged in many places as to resemble broken stairs. In a word, the impregnable security of Zahara

had become so proverbial throughout Spain that a woman of forbidding and inaccessible virtue was called a

Zaharena. But the strongest fortress and sternest virtue have weak points, and require unremitting vigilance to

In the year of our Lord one thousand four hundred and eighty one, and but a night or two after the festival of

the most blessed Nativity, the inhabitants of Zahara were sunk in profound sleep the very sentinel had

deserted his post, and sought shelter from a tempest which had raged for three nights in succession, for it

appeared but little probable that an enemy would be abroad during such an uproar of the elements. But evil

spirits work best during a storm. In the midst of the night an uproar rose within the walls of Zahara more

awful than the raging of the storm. A fearful alarmcry, "The Moor! the Moor!" resounded through the

streets, mingled with the clash of arms, the shriek of anguish, and the shout of victory. Muley Abul Hassan, at

the head of a powerful force, had hurried from Granada, and passed unobserved through the mountains in the

obscurity of the tempest. While the storm pelted the sentinel from his post and bowled round tower and

battlement, the Moors had planted their scalingladders and mounted securely into both town and castle. The

garrison was unsuspicious of danger until battle and massacre burst forth within its very walls. It seemed to

the affrighted inhabitants as if the fiends of the air had come upon the wings of the wind and possessed

themselves of tower and turret. The warcry resounded on every side, shout answering shout, above, below,

on the battlements of the castle, in the streets of the town; the foe was in all parts, wrapped in obscurity, but

acting in concert by the aid of preconcerted signals. Starting from sleep, the soldiers were intercepted and cut

down as they rushed from their quarters, or if they escaped they knew not where to assemble or where to

strike. Wherever lights appeared the flashing scimetar was at its deadly work, and all who attempted

In a little while the struggle was at an end. Those who were not slain took refuge in the secret places of their

houses or gave themselves up as captives. The clash of arms ceased, and the storm continued its howling,

mingled with the occasional shout of the Moorish soldiery roaming in search of plunder. While the

inhabitants were trembling for their fate, a trumpet resounded through the streets summoning them all to

assemble, unarmed, in the public square. Here they were surrounded by soldiery and strictly guarded until

daybreak. When the day dawned it was piteous to behold this onceprosperous community, who had laid

down to rest in peaceful security, now crowded together without distinction of age or rank or sex, and almost

without raiment, during the severity of a wintry storm. The fierce Muley Abul Hassan turned a deaf ear to all

their prayers and remonstrances, and ordered them to be conducted captives to Granada. Leaving a strong

garrison in both town and castle, with orders to put them in a complete state of defence, he returned, flushed

with victory, to his capital, entering it at the head of his troops, laden with spoil and bearing in triumph the

While preparations were making for jousts and other festivities in honor of this victory over the Christians,

the captives of Zahara arriveda wretched train of men, women, and children, worn out with fatigue and

haggard with despair, and driven like cattle into the city gates by a detachment of Moorish soldiery.

Deep was the grief and indignation of the people of Granada at this cruel scene. Old men, who had

experienced the calamities of warfare, anticipated coming troubles. Mothers clasped their infants to their

breasts as they beheld the hapless females of Zahara with their children expiring in their arms. On every side

the accents of pity for the sufferers were mingled with execrations of the barbarity of the king. The

preparations for festivity were neglected, and the viands which were to have feasted the conquerors were

The nobles and alfaquis, however, repaired to the Alhambra to congratulate the king; for, whatever storms

may rage in the lower regions of society, rarely do any clouds but clouds of incense rise to the awful

eminence of the throne. In this instance, however, a voice rose from the midst of the obsequious crowd, and

burst like thunder upon the ears of Abul Hassan. "Woe! woe! woe! to Granada!" exclaimed the voice; "its

hour of desolation approaches. The ruins of Zahara will fall upon our heads; my spirit tells me that the end of

our empire is at hand." All shrank back aghast, and left the denouncer of woe standing alone in the centre of

the hall. He was an ancient and hoary man in the rude attire of a dervise. Age had withered his form without

quenching the fire of his spirit, which glared in baleful lustre from his eyes. He was (say the Arabian

historians) one of those holy men termed santons who pass their lives in hermitages in fasting, meditation,

and prayer until they attain to the purity of saints and the foresight of prophets. "He was," says the indignant

Fray Antonio Agapida, "a son of Belial, one of those fanatic infidels possessed by the devil who are

sometimes permitted to predict the truth to their followers, but with the proviso that their predictions shall be

The voice of the santon resounded through the lofty hall of the Alhambra, and struck silence and awe into the

crowd of courtly sycophants. Muley Abul Hassan alone was unmoved: he eyed the hoary anchorite with

scorn as he stood dauntless before him, and treated his predictions as the ravings of a maniac. The santon

rushed from the royal presence, and, descending into the city, hurried through its streets and squares with

frantic gesticulations. His voice was heard in every part in awful denunciation: "The peace is broken!

exterminating war is commenced. Woe! woe! woe to Granada! its fall is at hand! desolation will dwell in its

palaces; its strong men will fall beneath the sword, its children and maidens be led into captivity. Zahara is

Terror seized upon the populace, for they considered these ravings as the inspirations of prophecy. Some hid

themselves in their dwellings as in a time of general mourning, while some gathered together in knots in the

streets and squares, alarming each other with dismal forebodings and cursing the rashness and cruelty of the

The Moorish monarch heeded not their murmurs. Knowing that his exploit must draw upon him the

vengeance of the Christians, he now threw off all reserve, and made attempts to surprise Castellan and Elvira,

though without success. He sent alfaquis also to the Barbary powers, informing them that the sword was

drawn, and inviting the African princes to aid him with men and supplies in maintaining the kingdom of

While discontent exhaled itself in murmurs among the common people, however, it fomented in dangerous

conspiracies among the nobles, and Muley Abul Hassan was startled by information of a design to depose

him and place his son Boabdil upon the throne. His first measure was to confine the prince and his mother in

the Tower of Comares; then, calling to mind the prediction of the astrologers, that the youth would one day

sit on the throne of Granada, he impiously set the stars at defiance. "The sword of the executioner," said he,

"shall prove the fallacy of those lying horoscopes, and shall silence the ambition of Boabdil."

The sultana Ayxa, apprised of the imminent danger of her son, concerted a plan for his escape. At the dead of

the night she gained access to his prison, and, tying together the shawls and scarfs of herself and her female

attendants, lowered him down from a balcony of the Alhambra to the steep rocky hillside which sweeps down

to the Darro. Here some of her devoted adherents were waiting to receive him, who, mounting him on a swift

Great was the indignation of King Ferdinand when he heard of the storming of Zahara, though the outrage of

the Moor happened most opportunely. The war between Castile and Portugal had come to a close; the

factions of Spanish nobles were for the most part quelled. The Castilian monarchs had now, therefore, turned

their thoughts to the cherished object of their ambition, the conquest of Granada. The pious heart of Isabella

yearned to behold the entire Peninsula redeemed from the domination of the infidel, while Ferdinand, in

whom religious zeal was mingled with temporal policy, looked with a craving eye to the rich territory of the

Moor, studded with wealthy towns and cities. Muley Abul Hassan had rashly or unwarily thrown the brand

that was to produce the wide conflagration. Ferdinand was not the one to quench the flames. He immediately

issued orders to all the adelantados and alcaydes of the frontiers to maintain the utmost vigilance at their

several posts, and to prepare to carry fire and sword into the territories of the Moors.

Among the many valiant cavaliers who rallied round the throne of Ferdinand and Isabella, one of the most

eminent in rank and renowned in arms was Don Roderigo Ponce de Leon, marques of Cadiz. As he was the

distinguished champion of this holy war, and commanded in most of its enterprises and battles, it is meet that

some particular account should be given of him. He was born in 1443 of the valiant lineage of the Ponces,

and from his earliest youth had rendered himself illustrious in the field. He was of the middle stature, with a

muscular and powerful frame, capable of great exertion and fatigue. His hair and beard were red and curled,

his countenance was open and magnanimous, of a ruddy complexion and slightly marked with the small

pox. He was temperate, chaste, valiant, vigilant; a just and generous master to his vassals; frank and noble in

his deportment toward his equals; loving and faithful to his friends; fierce and terrible, yet magnanimous, to

his enemies. He was considered the mirror of chivalry of his times, and compared by contemporary historians

The marques of Cadiz had vast possessions in the most fertile parts of Andalusia, including many towns and

castles, and could lead forth an army into the field from his own vassals and dependants. On receiving the

orders of the king he burned to signalize himself by some sudden incursion into the kingdom of Granada that

should give a brilliant commencement to the war, and should console the sovereigns for the insult they had

received in the capture of Zahara. As his estates lay near to the Moorish frontiers and were subject to sudden

inroads, he had always in his pay numbers of adalides, or scouts and guides, many of them converted Moors.

These he sent out in all directions to watch the movements of the enemy and to procure all kinds of

information important to the security of the frontier. One of these spies came to him one day in his town of

Marchena, and informed him that the Moorish town of Alhama was slightly garrisoned and negligently

guarded, and might be taken by surprise. This was a large, wealthy, and populous place within a few leagues

of Granada. It was situated on a rocky height, nearly surrounded by a river, and defended by a fortress to

which there was no access but by a steep and cragged ascent. The strength of its situation and its being

embosomed in the centre of the kingdom had produced the careless security which now invited attack.

To ascertain fully the state of the fortress the marques despatched secretly a veteran soldier who was highly

in his confidence. His name was Ortega de Prado, a man of great activity, shrewdness, and valor, and captain

of escaladors (soldiers employed to scale the walls of fortresses in time of attack). Ortega approached Alhama

one moonless night, and paced along its walls with noiseless step, laying his ear occasionally to the ground or

to the wall. Every time he distinguished the measured tread of a sentinel, and now and then the challenge of

the nightwatch going its rounds. Finding the town thus guarded, he clambered to the castle: there all was

silent. As he ranged its lofty battlements between him and the sky he saw no sentinel on duty. He noticed

certain places where the wall might be ascended by scalingladders, and, having marked the hour of relieving

Ortega returned to Marchena, and assured the marques of Cadiz of the practicability of scaling the castle of

Alhama and taking it by surprise. The marques had a secret conference with Don Pedro Enriques, adelantado

of Andalusia, Don Diego de Merlo, commander of Seville, Sancho de Avila, alcayde of Carmona, and others,

who all agreed to aid him with their forces. On an appointed day the several commanders assembled at

Marchena with their troops and retainers. None but the leaders knew the object or destination of the

enterprise, but it was enough to rouse the Andalusian spirit to know that a foray was intended into the country

of their old enemies, the Moors. Secrecy and celerity were necessary for success. They set out promptly with

three thousand genetes or light cavalry and four thousand infantry. They chose a route but little travelled, by

the way of Antiquera, passing with great labor through rugged and solitary defiles of the sierra or chain of

mountains of Arrecife, and left all their baggage on the banks of the river Yeguas, to be brought after them.

This march was principally in the night; all day they remained quiet; no noise was suffered in their camp, and

no fires were made, lest the smoke should betray them. On the third day they resumed their march as the

evening darkened, and, forcing themselves forward at as quick a pace as the rugged and dangerous

mountainroads would permit, they descended toward midnight into a small deep valley only half a league

from Alhama. Here they made a halt, fatigued by this forced march, during a long dark evening toward the

The marques of Cadiz now explained to the troops the object of the expedition. He told them it was for the

glory of the most holy faith and to avenge the wrongs of their countrymen at Zahara, and that the town of

Alhama, full of wealthy spoil, was the place to be attacked. The troops were roused to new ardor by these

words, and desired to be led forthwith to the assault. They arrived close to Alhama about two hours before

daybreak. Here the army remained in ambush, while three hundred men were despatched to scale the walls

and get possession of the castle. They were picked men, many of them alcaydes and officers, men who

preferred death to dishonor. This gallant band was guided by the escalador Ortega de Prado at the head of

thirty men with scalingladders. They clambered the ascent to the castle in silence, and arrived under the

dark shadow of its towers without being discovered. Not a light was to be seen, not a sound to be heard; the

Fixing their ladders, they ascended cautiously and with noiseless steps. Ortega was the first that mounted

upon the battlements, followed by one Martin Galindo, a youthful esquire full of spirit and eager for

distinction. Moving stealthily along the parapet to the portal of the citadel, they came upon the sentinel by

surprise. Ortega seized him by the throat, brandished a dagger before his eyes, and ordered him to point the

way to the guardroom. The infidel obeyed, and was instantly despatched, to prevent his giving an alarm.

The guardroom was a scene rather of massacre than combat. Some of the soldiery were killed while

sleeping, others were cut down almost without resistance, bewildered by so unexpected an assault: all were

despatched, for the scaling party was too small to make prisoners or to spare. The alarm spread throughout

the castle, but by this time the three hundred picked men had mounted the battlements. The garrison, startled

from sleep, found the enemy already masters of the towers. Some of the Moors were cut down at once, others

fought desperately from room to room, and the whole castle resounded with the clash of arms, the cries of the

combatants, and the groans of the wounded. The army in ambush, finding by the uproar that the castle was

surprised, now rushed from their concealment, and approached the walls with loud shouts and sound of

kettledrums and trumpets to increase the confusion and dismay of the garrison. A violent conflict took place

in the court of the castle, where several of the scaling party sought to throw open the gates to admit their

countrymen. Here fell two valiant alcaydes, Nicholas de Roja and Sancho de Avila, but they fell honorably,

upon a heap of slain. At length Ortega de Prado succeeded in throwing open a postern through which the

marques of Cadiz, the adelantado of Andalusia, and Don Diego de Merlo entered with a host of followers,

As the Spanish cavaliers were ranging from room to room, the marques of Cadiz, entering an apartment of

superior richness to the rest, beheld, by the light of a silver lamp, a beautiful Moorish female, the wife of the

alcayde of the castle, whose husband was absent attending a weddingfeast at Velez Malaga. She would have

fled at the sight of a Christian warrior in her apartment, but, entangled in the covering of the bed, she fell at

the feet of the marques, imploring mercy. That Christian cavalier, who had a soul full of honor and courtesy

toward the sex, raised her from the floor and endeavored to allay her fears; but they were increased at the

sight of her female attendants pursued into the room by the Spanish soldiery. The marques reproached his

soldiers with unmanly conduct, and reminded them that they made war upon men, not on defenceless women.

Having soothed the terrors of the females by the promise of honorable protection, he appointed a trusty guard

The castle was now taken, but the town below it was in arms. It was broad day, and the people, recovered

from their panic, were enabled to see and estimate the force of the enemy. The inhabitants were chiefly

merchants and tradespeople, but the Moors all possessed a knowledge of the use of weapons and were of

brave and warlike spirit. They confided in the strength of their walls and the certainty of speedy relief from

Granada, which was but about eight leagues distant. Manning the battlements and towers, they discharged

showers of stones and arrows whenever the part of the Christian army without the walls attempted to

approach. They barricadoed the entrances of their streets also which opened toward the castle, stationing men

expert at the crossbow and arquebuse. These kept up a constant fire upon the gate of the castle, so that no one

could sally forth without being instantly shot down. Two valiant cavaliers who attempted to lead forth a party

The Christians now found themselves in a situation of great peril. Reinforcements must soon arrive to the

enemy from Granada: unless, therefore, they gained possession of the town in the course of the day, they

were likely to be surrounded and beleaguered, without provisions, in the castle. Some observed that even if

they took the town they should not be able to maintain possession of it. They proposed, therefore, to make

booty of everything valuable, to sack the castle, set it on fire, and make good their retreat to Seville.

The marques of Cadiz was of different counsel. "God has given the citadel into Christian hands," said he; "he

will no doubt strengthen them to maintain it. We have gained the place with difficulty and bloodshed; it

would be a stain upon our honor to abandon it through fear of imaginary dangers." The adelantado and Don

Diego de Merlo joined in his opinion, but without their earnest and united remonstrances the place would

have been abandoned, so exhausted were the troops by forced marches and hard fighting, and so

The strength and spirits of the party within the castle were in some degree restored by the provisions which

they found. The Christian army beneath the town, being also refreshed by a morning's repast, advanced

vigorously to the attack of the walls. They planted their scalingladders, and, swarming up, sword in hand,

In the mean time, the marques of Cadiz, seeing that the gate of the castle, which opened toward the city, was

completely commanded by the artillery of the enemy, ordered a large breach to be made in the wall, through

which he might lead his troops to the attack, animating them in this perilous moment by assuring them that

The breach being made, the marques put himself at the head of his troops, and entered sword in hand. A

simultaneous attack was make by the Christians in every partby the ramparts, by the gate, by the roofs and

walls which connected the castle with the town. The Moors fought valiantly in their streets, from their

windows, and from the tops of their houses. They were not equal to the Christians in bodily strength, for they

were for the most part peaceful men, of industrious callings, and enervated by the frequent use of the warm

bath; but they were superior in number and unconquerable in spirit; old and young, strong and weak, fought

with the same desperation. The Moors fought for property, for liberty, for life. They fought at their thresholds

and their hearths, with the shrieks of their wives and children ringing in their ears, and they fought in the

hope that each moment would bring aid from Granada. They regarded neither their own wounds nor the death

of their companions, but continued fighting until they fell, and seemed as if, when they could no longer

contend, they would block up the thresholds of their beloved homes with their mangled bodies. The

Christians fought for glory, for revenge, for the holy faith, and for the spoil of these wealthy infidels. Success

would place a rich town at their mercy; failure would deliver them into the hands of the tyrant of Granada.

The contest raged from morning until night, when the Moors began to yield. Retreating to a large mosque

near the walls, they kept up so galling a fire from it with lances, crossbows, and arquebuses that for some

time the Christians dared not approach. Covering themselves, at length, with bucklers and mantelets* to

protect them from the deadly shower, the latter made their way to the mosque and set fire to the doors. When

the smoke and flames rolled in upon them the Moors gave up all as lost. Many rushed forth desperately upon

the enemy, but were immediately slain; the rest surrendered themselves captives.

*Manteleta movable parapet, made of thick planks, to protect troops when advancing to sap or assault a

The struggle was now at an end: the town remained at the mercy of the Christians; and the inhabitants, both

male and female, became the slaves of those who made them prisoners. Some few escaped by a mine or

subterranean way which led to the river, and concealed themselves, their wives and children, in caves and

secret places, but in three or four days were compelled to surrender themselves through hunger.

The town was given up to plunder, and the booty was immense. There were found prodigious quantities of

gold and silver, and jewels and rich silks and costly stuffs of all kinds, together with horses and beeves, and

abundance of grain and oil and honey, and all other productions of this fruitful kingdom; for in Alhama were

collected the royal rents and tributes of the surrounding country: it was the richest town in the Moorish

territory, and from its great strength and its peculiar situation was called the key to Granada.

Great waste and devastation were committed by the Spanish soldiery; for, thinking it would be impossible to

keep possession of the place, they began to destroy whatever they could not take away. Immense jars of oil

were broken, costly furniture shattered to pieces, and magazines of grain broken open and their contents

scattered to the winds. Many Christian captives who had been taken at Zahara were found buried in a

Moorish dungeon, and were triumphantly restored to light and liberty; and a renegado Spaniard, who had

often served as guide to the Moors in their incursions into the Christian territories, was hanged on the highest

A moorish horseman had spurred across the Vega, nor reined his panting steed until he alighted at the gate of

the Alhambra. He brought tidings to Muley Abul Hassan of the attack upon Alhama. "The Christians," said

he, "are in the land. They came upon us, we know not whence or how, and scaled the walls of the castle in the

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night. There have been dreadful fighting and carnage in its towers and courts; and when I spurred my steed

Muley Abul Hassan felt for a moment as if swift retribution had come upon him for the woes he had inflicted

upon Zahara. Still, he flattered himself that this had only been some transient inroad of a party of marauders

intent upon plunder, and that a little succor thrown into the town would be sufficient to expel them from the

castle and drive them from the land. He ordered out, therefore, a thousand of his chosen cavalry, and sent

them in all speed to the assistance of Alhama. They arrived before its walls the morning after its capture: the

Christian standards floated upon its towers, and a body of cavalry poured forth from its gates and came

The Moorish horsemen turned the reins of their steeds and galloped back for Granada. They entered its gates

in tumultuous confusion, spreading terror and lamentation by their tidings. "Alhama is fallen! Alhama is

fallen!" exclaimed they; "the Christians garrison its walls; the key of Granada is in the hands of the enemy!"

When the people heard these words they remembered the denunciation of the santon. His prediction seemed

still to resound in every ear, and its fulfilment to be at hand. Nothing was heard throughout the city but sighs

and wailings. "Woe is me, Alhama!" was in every mouth; and this ejaculation of deep sorrow and doleful

foreboding came to be the burden of a plaintive ballad which remains until the present day.*

*The mournful little Spanish romance of "Ay de mi Alhama!" is supposed to be of Moorish origin, and to

Many aged men, who had taken refuge in Granada from other Moorish dominions which had fallen into the

power of the Christians, now groaned in despair at the thoughts that war was to follow them into this last

retreat, to lay waste this pleasant land, and to bring trouble and sorrow upon their declining years. The

women were more loud and vehement in their grief, for they beheld the evils impending over their children,

and what can restrain the agony of a mother's heart? Many of them made their way through the halls of the

Alhambra into the presence of the king, weeping, and wailing, and tearing their hair. "Accursed be the day,"

cried they, "that thou hast lit the flame of war in our land! May the holy Prophet bear witness before Allah

that we and our children are innocent of this act! Upon thy head, and upon the heads of thy posterity, until the

Muley Abul Hassan remained unmoved amidst all this storm; his heart was hardened (observes Fray Antonio

Agapida) like that of Pharaoh, to the end that through his blind violence and rage he might produce the

deliverance of the land from its heathen bondage. In fact, he was a bold and fearless warrior, and trusted soon

to make this blow recoil upon the head of the enemy. He had ascertained that the captors of Alhama were but

a handful: they were in the centre of his dominions, within a short distance of his capital. They were deficient

in munitions of war and provisions for sustaining a siege. By a rapid movement he might surround them with

a powerful army, cut off all aid from their countrymen, and entrap them in the fortress they had taken.

To think was to act with Muley Abul Hassan, but he was prone to act with too much precipitation. He

immediately set forth in person with three thousand horse and fifty thousand foot, and in his eagerness to

arrive at the scene of action would not wait to provide artillery and the various engines required in a siege.

"The multitude of my forces," said he, confidently, "will be sufficient to overwhelm the enemy."

The marques of Cadiz, who thus held possession of Alhama, had a chosen friend and faithful

companioninarms, among the most distinguished of the Christian chivalry. This was Don Alonso de

Cordova, senior and lord of the house of Aguilar, and brother of Gonsalvo of Cordova, afterward renowned

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as grand captain of Spain. As yet, Alonso de Aguilar was the glory of his name and race, for his brother was

but young in arms. He was one of the most hardy, valiant, and enterprising of the Spanish knights, and

foremost in all service of a perilous and adventurous nature. He had not been at hand to accompany his friend

Ponce de Leon, marques of Cadiz, in his inroad into the Moorish territory, but he hastily assembled a number

of retainers, horse and foot, and pressed forward to join the enterprise. Arriving at the river Yeguas, he found

the baggage of the army still upon its banks, and took charge of it to carry it to Alhama. The marques of

Cadiz heard of the approach of his friend, whose march was slow in consequence of being encumbered by the

baggage. He was within but a few leagues of Alhama when scouts came hurrying into the place with

intelligence that the Moorish king was at hand with a powerful army. The marques of Cadiz was filled with

alarm lest De Aguilar should fall into the hands of the enemy. Forgetting his own danger and thinking only of

that of his friend, he despatched a wellmounted messenger to ride full speed and warn him not to approach.

The first determination of Alonso de Aguilar when he heard that the Moorish king was at hand was to take a

strong position in the mountains and await his coming. The madness of an attempt with his handful of men to

oppose an immense army was represented to him with such force as to induce him to abandon the idea; he

then thought of throwing himself into Alhama to share the fortunes of his friend; but it was now too late. The

Moor would infallibly intercept him, and he should only give the marques the additional distress of beholding

him captured beneath his walls. It was even urged upon him that he had no time for delay if he would consult

his own safety, which could only be ensured by an immediate retreat into the Christian territory. This last

opinion was confirmed by the return of scouts, who brought information that Muley Abul Hassan had

received notice of his movements, and was rapidly advancing in quest of him. It was with infinite reluctance

that Don Alonso de Aguilar yielded to these united and powerful reasons. Proudly and sullenly he drew off

his forces, laden with the baggage of the army, and made an unwilling retreat toward Antiquera. Muley Abul

Hassan pursued him for some distance through the mountains, but soon gave up the chase and turned with his

As the army approached the town they beheld the fields strewn with the dead bodies of their countrymen,

who had fallen in defence of the place, and had been cast forth and left unburied by the Christians. There they

lay, mangled and exposed to every indignity, while droves of halffamished dogs were preying upon them

and fighting and howling over their hideous repast.* Furious at the sight, the Moors, in the first transports of

their rage, attacked those ravenous animals: their next measure was to vent their fury upon the Christians.

They rushed like madmen to the walls, applied scalingladders in all parts without waiting for the necessary

mantelets and other protections thinking by attacking suddenly and at various points to distract the enemy

The marques of Cadiz, with his confederate commanders, distributed themselves along the walls to direct and

animate their men in the defence. The Moors in their blind fury often assailed the most difficult and

dangerous places. Darts, stones, and all kinds of missiles were hurled down upon their defenceless heads. As

fast as they mounted they were cut down or dashed from the battlements, their ladders overturned, and all

Muley Abul Hassan stormed with passion at the sight: he sent detachment after detachment to scale the walls,

but in vain; they were like waves rushing upon a rock, only to dash themselves to pieces. The Moors lay in

heaps beneath the wall, and among them many of the bravest cavaliers of Granada. The Christians also sallied

frequently from the gates, and made great havoc in the irregular multitude of assailants.

Muley Abul Hassan now became sensible of his error in hurrying from Granada without the proper engines

for a siege. Destitute of all means to batter the fortifications, the town remained uninjured, defying the mighty

army which raged and roamed before it. Incensed at being thus foiled, Muley Abul Hassan gave orders to

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undermine the walls. The Moors advanced with shouts to the attempt. They were received with a deadly fire

from the ramparts, which drove them from their works. Repeatedly were they repulsed, and repeatedly did

they return to the charge. The Christians not merely galled them from the battlements, but issued forth and

cut them down in the excavations they were attempting to form. The contest lasted throughout a whole day,

Muley Abul Hassan now abandoned all hope of carrying the place by assault, and attempted to distress it into

terms by turning the channel of the river which runs by its walls. On this stream the inhabitants depended for

their supply of water, the place being destitute of fountains and cisterns, from which circumstance it is called

A desperate conflict ensued on the banks of the river, the Moors endeavoring to plant palisades in its bed to

divert the stream, and the Christians striving to prevent them. The Spanish commanders exposed themselves

to the utmost danger to animate their men, who were repeatedly driven back into the town. The marques of

Cadiz was often up to his knees in the stream fighting hand to hand with the Moors. The water ran red with

blood, and was encumbered with dead bodies. At length the overwhelming numbers of the Moors gave them

the advantage, and they succeeded in diverting the greater part of the water. The Christians had to struggle

severely to supply themselves from the feeble rill which remained. They sallied to the river by a

subterraneous passage, but the Moorish crossbowmen stationed themselves on the opposite bank, keeping up

a heavy fire upon the Christians whenever they attempted to fill their vessels from the scanty and turbid

stream. One party of the Christians had, therefore, to fight while another drew water. At all hours of the day

and night this deadly strife was maintained, until it seemed as if every drop of water were purchased with a

In the mean time the sufferings of the town became intense. None but the soldiery and their horses were

allowed the precious beverage so dearly earned, and even that in quantities that only tantalized their wants.

The wounded, who could not sally to procure it, were almost destitute, while the unhappy prisoners shut up in

the mosques were reduced to frightful extremities. Many perished raving mad, fancying themselves

swimming in boundless seas, yet unable to assuage their thirst. Many of the soldiers lay parched and panting

along the battlements, no longer able to draw a bowstring or hurl a stone; while above five thousand Moors,

stationed upon a rocky height which overlooked part of the town, kept up a galling fire into it with slings and

crossbows, so that the marques of Cadiz was obliged to heighten the battlements by using the doors from the

The Christian cavaliers, exposed to this extreme peril and in imminent danger of falling into the hands of the

enemy, despatched fleet messengers to Seville and Cordova, entreating the chivalry of Andalusia to hasten to

their aid. They sent likewise, imploring assistance from the king and queen, who at that time held their court

in Medina del Campo. In the midst of their distress a tank or cistern of water was fortunately discovered in

The perilous situation of the Christian cavaliers, pent up and beleaguered within the walls of the Alhama,

spread terror among their friends and anxiety throughout all Andalusia. Nothing, however, could equal the

anguish of the marchioness of Cadiz, the wife of the gallant Roderigo Ponce de Leon. In her deep distress she

looked round for some powerful noble who had the means of rousing the country to the assistance of her

husband. No one appeared more competent for the purpose than Don Juan de Guzman, the duke of Medina

Sidonia. He was one of the most wealthy and puissant grandees of Spain; his possessions extended over some

of the most fertile parts of Andalusia, embracing towns and seaports and numerous villages. Here he reigned

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in feudal state like a petty sovereign, and could at any time bring into the field an immense force of vassals

The duke of Medina Sidonia and the marques of Cadiz, however, were at this time deadly foes. An hereditary

feud existed between them, which had often risen to bloodshed and open war; for as yet the fierce contests

between the proud and puissant Spanish nobles had not been completely quelled by the power of the Crown,

and in this respect they exerted a right of sovereignty in leading their vassals against each other in open field.

The duke of Medina Sidonia would have appeared, to many, the very last person to whom to apply for aid of

the marques of Cadiz; but the marchioness judged of him by the standard of her own high and generous mind.

She knew him to be a gallant and courteous knight, and had already experienced the magnanimity of his

spirit, having been relieved by him when besieged by the Moors in her husband's fortress of Arcos. To the

duke, therefore, she applied in this moment of sudden calamity, imploring him to furnish succor to her

husband. The event showed how well noble spirits understand each other. No sooner did the duke receive this

appeal from the wife of his enemy than he generously forgot all feeling of animosity and determined to go in

person to his succor. He immediately despatched a courteous letter to the marchioness, assuring her that in

consideration of the request of so honorable and estimable a lady, and to rescue from peril so valiant a

cavalier as her husband, whose loss would be great, not only to Spain, but to all Christendom, he would

forego the recollection of all past grievances, and hasten to his relief with all the forces he could raise.

The duke wrote at the same time to the alcaydes of his towns and fortresses, ordering them to join him

forthwith at Seville with all the forces they could spare from their garrisons. He called on all the chivalry of

Andalusia to make a common cause in the rescue of those Christian cavaliers, and he offered large pay to all

volunteers who would resort to him with horses, armor, and provisions. Thus all who could be incited by

honor, religion, patriotism, or thirst of gain were induced to hasten to his standard, and he took the field with

an army of five thousand horse and fifty thousand foot.* Many cavaliers of distinguished name accompanied

him in this generous enterprise. Among these was the redoubtable Alonso de Aguilar, the chosen friend of the

marques of Cadiz, and with him his younger brother, Gonsalvo Fernandez de Cordova, afterward renowned

as the grand captain; Don Roderigo Giron also, master of the order of Calatrava, together with Martin Alonso

de Montemayor and the marques de Villena, esteemed the best lance in Spain. It was a gallant and splendid

army, comprising the flower of Spanish chivalry, and poured forth in brilliant array from the gates of Seville

Ferdinand and Isabella were at Medina del Campo when tidings came of the capture of Alhama. The king

was at mass when he received the news, and ordered "Te Deum" to be chanted for this signal triumph of the

holy faith. When the first flush of triumph had subsided, and the king learnt the imminent peril of the

valorous Ponce de Leon and his companions, and the great danger that this stronghold might again be wrested

from their grasp, he resolved to hurry in person to the scene of action. So pressing appeared to him the

emergency that he barely gave himself time to take a hasty repast while horses were providing, and then

departed at furious speed for Andalusia, leaving a request for the queen to follow him.* He was attended by

Don Beltram de la Cueva, duke of Albuquerque, Don Inigo Lopez de Mendoza, count of Tendilla, and Don

Pedro Mauriques, count of Trevino, with a few more cavaliers of prowess and distinction. He travelled by

forced journeys, frequently changing his jaded horses, being eager to arrive in time to take command of the

Andalusian chivalry. When he arrived within five leagues of Cordova the duke of Albuquerque remonstrated

with him upon entering with such incautious haste into the enemies' country. He represented to him that there

were troops enough assembled to succor Alhama, and that it was not for him to venture his royal person in

doing what could be done by his subjects, especially as he had such valiant and experienced captains to act

for him. "Besides, sire," added the duke, "Your Majesty should bethink you that the troops about to take the

field are mere men of Andalusia, whereas your illustrious predecessors never made an inroad into the

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territory of the Moors without being accompanied by a powerful force of the stanch and iron warriors of Old

"Duke," replied the king, "your counsel might have been good had I not departed from Medina with the

avowed determination of succoring these cavaliers in person. I am now near the end of my journey, and it

would be beneath my dignity to change my intention before even I had met with an impediment. I shall take

the troops of this country who are assembled, without waiting for those of Castile, and with the aid of God

As King Ferdinand approached Cordova the principal inhabitants came forth to receive him. Learning,

however, that the duke of Medina Sidonia was already on the march and pressing forward into the territory of

the Moors, the king was all on fire to overtake him and to lead in person the succor to Alhama. Without

entering Cordova, therefore, he exchanged his weary horses for those of the inhabitants who had come forth

to meet him, and pressed forward for the army. He despatched fleet couriers in advance, requesting the duke

of Medina Sidonia to await his coming, that he might take command of the forces.

Neither the duke nor his companionsinarms, however, felt inclined to pause in their generous expedition

and gratify the inclinations of the king. They sent back missives representing that they were far within the

enemies' frontier, and it was dangerous either to pause or turn back. They had likewise received pressing

entreaties from the besieged to hasten their speed, setting forth their great sufferings and their hourly peril of

The king was at Ponton del Maestre when he received these missives. So inflamed was he with zeal for the

success of this enterprise that he would have penetrated into the kingdom of Granada with the handful of

cavaliers who accompanied him, but they represented the rashness of such a journey through the mountainous

defiles of a hostile country thickly beset with towns and castles. With some difficulty, therefore, he was

dissuaded from his inclination, and prevailed upon to await tidings from the army in the frontier city of

While all Andalusia was thus in arms and pouring its chivalry through the mountainpasses of the Moorish

frontiers, the garrison of Alhama was reduced to great extremity and in danger of sinking under its sufferings

before the promised succor could arrive. The intolerable thirst that prevailed in consequence of the scarcity of

water, the incessant watch that had to be maintained over the vast force of enemies without and the great

number of prisoners within, and the wounds which almost every soldier had received in the incessant

skirmishes and assaults, had worn grievously both flesh and spirit. The noble Ponce de Leon, marques of

Cadiz, still animated the soldiery, however, by word and example, sharing every hardship and being foremost

in every danger, exemplifying that a good commander is the vital spirit of an army.

When Muley Abul Hassan heard of the vast force that was approaching under the command of the duke of

Medina Sidonia, and that Ferdinand was coming in person with additional troops, he perceived that no time

was to be lost: Alhama must be carried by one powerful attack or abandoned entirely to the Christians.

A number of Moorish cavaliers, some of the bravest youth of Granada, knowing the wishes of the king,

proposed to undertake a desperate enterprise which, if successful, must put Alhama in his power. Early one

morning, when it was scarcely the gray of the dawn, about the time of changing the watch, these cavaliers

approached the town at a place considered inaccessible from the steepness of the rocks on which the wall was

founded, which, it was supposed, elevated the battlements beyond the reach of the longest scalingladder.

The Moorish knights, aided by a number of the strongest and most active escaladors, mounted these rocks

and applied the ladders without being discovered, for to divert attention from them Muley Abul Hassan made

The scaling party mounted with difficulty and in small numbers; the sentinel was killed at his post, and

seventy of the Moors made their way into the streets before an alarm was given. The guards rushed to the

walls to stop the hostile throng that was still pouring in. A sharp conflict, hand to hand and man to man, took

place on the battlements, and many on both sides fell. The Moors, whether wounded or slain, were thrown

headlong without the walls, the scalingladders were overturned, and those who were mounting were dashed

upon the rocks, and from thence tumbled upon the plain. Thus in a little while the ramparts were cleared by

Christian prowess, led on by that valiant knight Don Alonzo Ponce, the uncle, and that brave esquire Pedro

The walls being cleared, these two kindred cavaliers now hastened with their forces in pursuit of the seventy

Moors who had gained an entrance into the town. The main party of the garrison being engaged at a distance

resisting the feigned attack of the Moorish king, this fierce band of infidels had ranged the streets almost

without opposition, and were making their way to the gates to throw them open to the army.* They were

chosen men from among the Moorish forces, several of them gallant knights of the proudest families of

Granada. Their footsteps through the city were in a manner printed in blood, and they were tracked by the

bodies of those they had killed and wounded. They had attained the gate; most of the guard had fallen

beneath their scimetars; a moment more and Alhama would have been thrown open to the enemy.

Just at this juncture Don Alonzo Ponce and Pedro de Pineda reached the spot with their forces. The Moors

had the enemy in front and rear; they placed themselves back to back, with their banner in the centre. In this

way they fought with desperate and deadly determination, making a rampart around them with the slain.

More Christian troops arrived and hemmed them in, but still they fought, without asking for quarter. As their

number decreased they serried their circle still closer, defending their banner from assault, and the last Moor

died at his post grasping the standard of the Prophet. This standard was displayed from the walls, and the

*Pedro de Pineda received the honor of knighthood from the hand of King Ferdinand for his valor on this

occasion (Alonzo Ponce was already knight.)See Zuniga, Annales of Seville, lib. 12, an. 1482.

Muley Abul Hassan tore his beard with rage at the failure of this attempt and at the death of so many of his

chosen cavaliers. He saw that all further effort was in vain; his scouts brought word that they had seen from

the heights the long columns and flaunting banners of the Christian army approaching through the mountains.

To linger would be to place himself between two bodies of the enemy. Breaking up his camp, therefore, in all

haste, he gave up the siege of Alhama and hastened back to Granada; and the last clash of his cymbals scarce

died upon the ear from the distant hills before the standard of the Duke of Medina Sidonia was seen emerging

When the Christians in Alhama beheld their enemies retreating on one side and their friends advancing on the

other, they uttered shouts of joy and hymns of thanksgiving, for it was as a sudden relief from present death.

Harassed by several weeks of incessant vigil and fighting, suffering from scarcity of provisions and almost

continual thirst, they resembled skeletons rather than living men. It was a noble and gracious spectaclethe

meeting of those hitherto inveterate foes, the duke of Medina Sidonia and the marques of Cadiz. At sight of

his magnanimous deliverer the marques melted into tears: all past animosities only gave the greater

poignancy to present feelings of gratitude and admiration. The late deadly rivals clasped each other in their

While this generous scene took place between the commanders a sordid contest arose among their troops. The

soldiers who had come to the rescue claimed a portion of the spoils of Alhama, and so violent was the dispute

that both parties seized their arms. The duke of Medina Sidonia interfered, and settled the question with his

characteristic magnanimity. He declared that the spoil belonged to those who had captured the city. "We have

taken the field," said he, "only for honor, for religion, and for the rescue of our countrymen and

fellowChristians, and the success of our enterprise is a sufficient and a glorious reward. If we desire booty,

there are sufficient Moorish cities yet to be taken to enrich us all." The soldiers were convinced by the frank

and chivalrous reasoning of the duke; they replied to his speech by acclamations, and the transient broil was

The marchioness of Cadiz, with the forethought of a loving wife, had despatched her majordomo with the

army with a large supply of provisions. Tables were immediately spread beneath the tents, where the marques

gave a banquet to the duke and the cavaliers who had accompanied him, and nothing but hilarity prevailed in

A garrison of fresh troops was left in Alhama, and the veterans who had so valiantly captured and maintained

it returned to their homes burdened with precious booty. The marques and duke, with their confederate

cavaliers, repaired to Antiquera, where they were received with great distinction by the king, who honored

the marques of Cadiz with signal marks of favor. The duke then accompanied his late enemy, but now most

zealous and grateful friend, the marques of Cadiz, to his town of Marchena, where he received the reward of

his generous conduct in the thanks and blessings of the marchioness. The marques celebrated a sumptuous

feast in honor of his guest; for a day and night his palace was thrown open and was the scene of continual

revel and festivity. When the duke departed for his estates at St. Lucar the marques attended him for some

distance on his journey, and when they separated it was as the parting scene of brothers. Such was the noble

spectacle exhibited to the chivalry of Spain by these two illustrious rivals. Each reaped universal renown

from the part he had performed in the campaignthe marques from having surprised and captured one of the

most important and formidable fortresses of the kingdom of Granada, and the duke from having subdued his

The Moorish king, Abul Hassan, returned, baffled and disappointed, from before the walls of Alhama, and

was received with groans and smothered execrations by the people of Granada. The prediction of the santon

was in every mouth, and appeared to be rapidly fulfilling, for the enemy was already strongly fortified in

Alhama, in the very heart of the kingdom. At the same time, the nobles who had secretly conspired to depose

the old king and elevate his son Boabdil to the throne had matured their plans in concert with the prince, who

had been joined in Guadix by hosts of adherents. An opportunity soon presented to carry their plans into

Muley Abul Hassan had a royal country palace, with gardens and fountains, called the Alixares, situated on

the Cerro del Sol, or Mountain of the Sun, a height the ascent to which leads up from the Alhambra, but

which towers far above that fortress, and looks down as from the clouds upon it and upon the subjacent city

of Granada. It was a favorite retreat of the Moorish kings to inhale the pure mountainbreezes and leave far

below the din and turmoil of the city; Muley Abul Hassan had passed a day among its bowers, in company

with his favorite wife Zoraya, when toward evening he heard a strange sound rising from the city, like the

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gathering of a storm or the sullen roar of the ocean. Apprehensive of evil, he ordered the officers of his guard

to descend with all speed to the city and reconnoitre. The intelligence brought back was astounding. A civil

war was raging in the city. Boabdil had been brought from Guadix by the conspirators, the foremost of whom

were the gallant race of the Abencerrages. He had entered the Albaycin in triumph, and been hailed with

rapture and proclaimed king in that populous quarter of the city. Abul Cacim Vanegas, the vizier, at the head

of the royal guards had attacked the rebels, and the noise which had alarmed the king was the din of fighting

Muley Abul Hassan hastened to descend to the Alhambra, confident that, ensconced in that formidable

fortress, he could soon put an end to the rash commotion. To his surprise and dismay, he found the

battlements lined with hostile troops: Aben Comixa, the alcayde, had declared in favor of Boabdil and

elevated his standard on the towers: thus cut off from his stronghold, the old monarch was fain to return to the

The conflict lasted throughout the night with carnage on both sides. In the morning Abul Cacim, driven out of

the city, appeared before the old king with his broken squadrons, and told him there was no safety but in

flight. "Allah Akbar!" (God is great!) exclaimed old Muley; "it is in vain to contend against what is written in

the book of fate. It was predestined that my son should sit upon the throne Allah forfend the rest of the

prediction." So saying, he made a hasty retreat, escorted by Abul Cacim Vanegas and his troops, who

conducted him to the castle of Mondujar in the valley of Locrin. Here he was joined by many powerful

cavaliers, relatives of Abul Cacim and partisans of Zoraya, among whom were Cid Hiaya, Aben Jamy, and

Reduan Vanegas, men who had alcaydes, vassals, at their command, and possessed great influence in

Almeria and Baza. He was joined also by his brother Abdallah, commonly called El Zagal, or the Valiant,

who was popular in many parts of the kingdom. All these offered to aid him with their swords in suppressing

Thus reinforced, Muley Abul Hassan determined on a sudden blow for the recovery of his throne and the

punishment of the rebels. He took his measures with that combination of dexterity and daring which formed

his character, and arrived one night under the walls of Granada with five hundred chosen followers. Scaling

the walls of the Alhambra, he threw himself with sanguinary fury into its silent courts. The sleeping inmates

were roused from their repose only to fall by the exterminating scimetar. The rage of Abul Hassan spared

neither age nor rank nor sex; the halls resounded with shrieks and yells, and the fountains ran red with blood.

The alcayde, Aben Comixa, retreated to a strong tower with a few of the garrison and inhabitants. The furious

Abul Hassan did not lose time in pursuing him; he was anxious to secure the city and to wreak his vengeance

on its rebellious inhabitants. Descending with his bloody band into the streets, he cut down the defenceless

inhabitants as, startled from their sleep, they rushed forth to learn the cause of the alarm. The city was soon

completely roused; the people flew to arms; lights blazed in every street, revealing the scanty number of this

band that had been dealing such fatal vengeance in the dark. Muley Abul Hassan had been mistaken in his

conjectures: the great mass of the people, incensed by his tyranny, were zealous in favor of his son. A violent

but transient conflict took place in the streets and squares: many of the followers of Abul Hassan were slain,

the rest driven out of the city, and the old monarch, with the remnant of his band, retreated to his loyal city of

Such was the commencement of those great internal feuds and divisions which hastened the downfall of

Granada. The Moors became separated into two hostile factions, headed by the father and the son, the latter

of whom was called by the Spaniards "El Rey Chico," or the Young King; but, though bloody encounters

took place between them, they never failed to act with all their separate force against the Christians as a

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King Ferdinand held a council of war at Cordova, where it was deliberated what was to be done with Alhama.

Most of the council advised that it should be demolished, inasmuch as, being in the centre of the Moorish

kingdom, it would be at all times liable to attack, and could only be maintained by a powerful garrison and at

a vast expense. Queen Isabella arrived at Cordova in the midst of these deliberations, and listened to them

with surprise and impatience. "What!" said she, "destroy the first fruits of our victories? Abandon the first

place we have wrested from the Moors? Never let us suffer such an idea to occupy our minds. It would argue

fear or feebleness, and give new courage to the enemy. You talk of the toil and expense of maintaining

Alhama. Did we doubt on undertaking this war that it was to be one of infinite cost, labor, and bloodshed?

And shall we shrink from the cost the moment a victory is obtained and the question is merely to guard or

abandon its glorious trophy? Let us hear no more about the destruction of Alhama; let us maintain its walls

sacred, as a stronghold granted us by Heaven in the centre of this hostile land; and let our only consideration

The language of the queen infused a more lofty and chivalrous spirit into the royal council. Preparations were

made to maintain Alhama at all risk and expense, and King Ferdinand appointed as alcayde Luis Fernandez

Puerto Carrero, senior of the house of Palma, supported by Diego Lopez de Ayala, Pero Ruiz de Alarcon, and

Alonso Ortis, captains of four hundred lances and a body of one thousand foot, supplied with provisions for

Ferdinand resolved also to lay siege to Loxa, or Loja, a city of great strength at no great distance from

Alhama, and allimportant to its protection. It was, in fact, a military point situated in a pass of the mountains

between the kingdoms of Granada and Castile, and commanded a main entrance to the Vega. The Xenil

flowed by its walls, and it had a strong castle or citadel built on a rock. In preparing for the siege of this

formidable place Ferdinand called upon all the cities and towns of Andalusia and Estramadura, and the

domains of the orders of Santiago, Calatrava, and Alcantara, and of the priory of San Juan, and the kingdom

of Toledo, and beyond to the cities of Salamanca, Toro, and Valladolid, to furnish, according to their

repartimientos or allotments, a certain quantity of bread, wine, and cattle to be delivered at the royal camp

before Loxa, one half at the end of June and one half in July. These lands, also, together with Biscay and

Guipuscoa, were ordered to send reinforcements of horse and foot, each town furnishing its quota, and great

The Moors were no less active in their preparations, and sent missives into Africa entreating supplies and

calling upon the Barbary princes to aid them in this war of the faith. To intercept all succor, the Castilian

sovereigns stationed an armada of ships and galleys in the Straits of Gibraltar under the command of Martin

Diaz de Mina and Carlos de Valera, with orders to scour the Barbary coast and sweep every Moorish sail

While these preparations were making, Ferdinand made an incursion at the head of his army into the kingdom

of Granada, and laid waste the Vega, destroying its hamlets and villages, ravaging its fields of grain, and

It was about the end of June that King Ferdinand departed from Cordova to sit down before the walls of

Loxa. So confident was he of success that he left a great part of the army at Ecija, and advanced with but five

thousand cavalry and eight thousand infantry. The marques of Cadiz, a warrior as wise as he was valiant,

remonstrated against employing so small a force, and indeed was opposed to the measure altogether, as being

undertaken precipitately and without sufficient preparation. King Ferdinand, however, was influenced by the

counsel of Don Diego de Merlo, and was eager to strike a brilliant and decided blow. A vainglorious

confidence prevailed about this time among the Spanish cavaliers; they overrated their own prowess, or rather

they undervalued and despised their enemy. Many of them believed that the Moors would scarcely remain in

their city when they saw the Christian troops advancing to assail it. The Spanish chivalry, therefore, marched

gallantly and fearlessly, and almost carelessly, over the border, scantily supplied with the things needful for a

besieging army in the heart of an enemy's country. In the same negligent and confident spirit they took up

The country around was broken and hilly, so that it was extremely difficult to form a combined camp. The

river Xenil, which runs by the town, was compressed between high banks, and so deep as to be fordable with

extreme difficulty; and the Moors had possession of the bridge. The king pitched his tents in a plantation of

olives on the banks of the river; the troops were distributed in different encampments on the heights, but

separated from each other by deep rocky ravines, so as to be incapable of yielding each other prompt

assistance. There was no room for the operations of the cavalry. The artillery also was so injudiciously placed

as to be almost entirely useless. Alonso of Aragon, duke of Villahermosa and illegitimate brother of the king,

was present at the siege, and disapproved of the whole arrangement. He was one of the most able generals of

his time, and especially renowned for his skill in battering fortified places. He recommended that the whole

disposition of the camp should be changed, and that several bridges should be thrown across the river. His

advice was adopted, but slowly and negligently followed, so that it was rendered of no avail. Among other

oversights in this hasty and negligent expedition, the army had no supply of baked bread, and in the hurry of

encampment there was no time to erect furnaces. Cakes were therefore hastily made and baked on the coals,

King Ferdinand felt, too late, the insecurity of his position, and endeavored to provide a temporary remedy.

There was a height near the city, called by the Moors Santo Albohacen, which was in front of the bridge. He

ordered several of his most valiant cavaliers to take possession of this height and to hold it as a check upon

the enemy and a protection to the camp. The cavaliers chosen for this distinguished and perilous post were

the marques of Cadiz, the marques of Villena, Don Roderigo Tellez Giron, master of Calatrava, his brother

the count of Urena, and Don Alonso de Aguilar. These valiant warriors and tried companionsinarms led

their troops with alacrity to the height, which soon glittered with the array of arms, and was graced by several

Loxa was commanded at this time by an old Moorish alcayde whose daughter was the favorite wife of

Boabdil. The name of this Moor was Ibrahim Ali Atar, but he was generally known among the Spaniards as

Alatar. He had grown gray in border warfare, was an implacable enemy of the Christians, and his name had

long been the terror of the frontier. Lord of Zagra and in the receipt of rich revenues, he expended them all in

paying scouts and spies and maintaining a small but chosen force with which to foray into the Christian

territories; and so straitened was he at times by these warlike expenses that when his daughter married

Boabdil her bridal dress and jewels had to be borrowed. He was now in the ninetieth year of his age, yet

indomitable in spirit, fiery in his passions, sinewy and powerful in frame, deeply versed in warlike stratagem,

and accounted the best lance in all Mauritania. He had three thousand horsemen under his command, veteran

troops with whom he had often scoured the borders, and he daily expected the old Moorish king with

Old Ali Atar had watched from his fortress every movement of the Christian army, and had exulted in all the

errors of its commanders: when he beheld the flower of Spanish chivalry glittering about the height of

Albohacen, his eye flashed with exultation. "By the aid of Allah," said he, "I will give those pranking

Ali Atar privately and by night sent forth a large body of his chosen troops to lie in ambush near one of the

skirts of Albohacen. On the fourth day of the siege he sallied across the bridge and made a feint attack upon

the height. The cavaliers rushed impetuously forth to meet him, leaving their encampment almost

unprotected. Ali Atar wheeled and fled, and was hotly pursued. When the Christian cavaliers had been drawn

a considerable distance from their encampment, they heard a vast shout behind them, and, looking round,

beheld their encampment assailed by the Moorish force which had been placed in ambush, and which had

ascended a different side of the hill. The cavaliers desisted from the pursuit, and hastened to prevent the

plunder of their tents. Ali Atar, in his turn, wheeled and pursued them, and they were attacked in front and

rear on the summit of the hill. The contest lasted for an hour; the height of Albohacen was red with blood;

many brave cavaliers fell, expiring among heaps of the enemy. The fierce Ali Atar fought with the fury of a

demon until the arrival of more Christian forces compelled him to retreat into the city. The severest loss to

the Christians in this skirmish was that of Roderigo Tellez Giron, grand master of Calatrava, whose burnished

armor, emblazoned with the red cross of his order, made him a mark for the missiles of the enemy. As he was

raising his arm to make a blow an arrow pierced him just beneath the shoulder, at the open part of

the[1]corselet. The lance and bridle fell from his hands, he faltered in his saddle, and would have fallen to the

ground, but was caught by Pedro Gasca, a cavalier of Avila, who conveyed him to his tent, where he died.

The king and queen and the whole kingdom mourned his death, for he was in the freshness of his youth,

being but twentyfour years of age, and had proved himself a gallant and highminded cavalier. A

melancholy group collected about his[2]corpse on the bloody height of Albohacen: the knights of Calatrava

mourned him as a commander; the cavaliers who were encamped on the height lamented him as their

companioninarms in a service of peril; while the count de Urena grieved over him with the tender affection

King Ferdinand now perceived the wisdom of the opinion of the marques of Cadiz, and that his force was

quite insufficient for the enterprise. To continue his camp in its present unfortunate position would cost him

the lives of his bravest cavaliers, if not a total defeat in case of reinforcements to the enemy. He called a

council of war late in the evening of Saturday, and it was determined to withdraw the army early the next

morning to Rio Frio, a short distance from the city, and there wait for additional troops from Cordova.

The next morning early the cavaliers on the height of Albohacen began to strike their tents. No sooner did Ali

Atar behold this than he sallied forth to attack them. Many of the Christian troops, who had not heard of the

intention to change the camp, seeing the tents struck and the Moors sallying forth, supposed that the enemy

had been reinforced in the night, and that the army was on the point of retreating. Without stopping to

ascertain the truth or to receive orders they fled in dismay, spreading confusion through the camp, nor did

they halt until they had reached the Rock of the Lovers, about seven leagues from Loxa.*

The king and his commanders saw the imminent peril of the moment, and made face to the Moors, each

commander guarding his quarter and repelling all assaults while the tents were struck and the artillery and

ammunition conveyed away. The king, with a handful of cavaliers, galloped to a rising ground, exposed to

the fire of the enemy, calling upon the flying troops and endeavoring in vain to rally them. Setting upon the

Moors, he and his cavaliers charged them so vigorously, that they put a squadron to flight, slaying many with

their swords and lances and driving others into the river, where they were drowned. The Moors, however,

were soon reinforced, and returned in great numbers. The king was in danger of being surrounded, and twice

The marques of Cadiz beheld from a distance the peril of his sovereign. Summoning about seventy horsemen

to follow him, he galloped to the spot, threw himself between the king and the enemy, and, hurling his lance,

transpierced one of the most daring of the Moors. For some time he remained with no other weapon than his

sword; his horse was wounded by an arrow and many of his followers were slain; but he succeeded in beating

off the Moors and rescuing the king from imminent jeopardy, whom he then prevailed upon to retire to less

The marques continued throughout the day to expose himself to the repeated assaults of the enemy: he was

ever found in the place of the greatest danger, and through his bravery a great part of the army and camp was

It was a perilous day for the commanders, for in a retreat of the kind it is the noblest cavaliers who most

expose themselves to save their people. The duke of Medina Celi was struck to the ground, but rescued by his

troops. The count de Tendilla, whose tents were nearest to the city, received several wounds, and various

other cavaliers of the most distinguished note were exposed to fearful jeopardy. The whole day was passed in

bloody skirmishings, in which the hidalgos and cavaliers of the royal household distinguished themselves by

their bravery: at length, the encampments being all broken up and most of the artillery and baggage removed,

the bloody height of Albohacen was abandoned and the neighborhood of Loxa evacuated. Several tents, a

quantity of provisions, and a few pieces of artillery were left upon the spot from the want of horses and mules

Ali Atar hung upon the rear of the retiring army, and harassed it until it reached Rio Frio; Ferdinand returned

thence to Cordova, deeply mortified, though greatly benefited, by the severe lesson he had received, which

served to render him more cautious in his campaigns and more diffident of fortune. He sent letters to all parts

excusing his retreat, imputing it to the small number of his forces, and the circumstance that many of them

were quotas sent from various cities, and not in royal pay; in the mean time, to console his troops for their

disappointment and to keep up their spirits, he led them upon another inroad to lay waste the Vega of

Muley Abul Hassan had mustered an army and marched to the relief of Loxa, but arrived too late; the last

squadron of Ferdinand had already passed over the border. "They have come and gone," said he, "like a

summer cloud, and all their vaunting has been mere empty thunder." He turned to make another attempt upon

Alhama, the garrison of which was in the utmost consternation at the retreat of Ferdinand, and would have

deserted the place had it not been for the courage and perseverance of the alcayde, Luis Fernandez Puerto

Carrero. That brave and loyal commander cheered up the spirits of his men and kept the old Moorish king at

bay until the approach of Ferdinand, on his second incursion into the Vega, obliged him to make an unwilling

Muley Abul Hassan felt that it would be in vain, with his inferior force, to oppose the powerful army of the

Christian monarch, but to remain idle and see his territories laid waste would ruin him in the estimation of his

people. "If we cannot parry," said he, "we can strike; if we cannot keep our own lands from being ravaged,

we can ravage the lands of the enemy." He inquired and learnt that most of the chivalry of Andalusia, in their

eagerness for a foray, had marched off with the king, and left their own country almost defenceless. The

territories of the duke of Medina Sidonia were particularly unguarded: here were vast plains of pasturage

covered with flocks and herdsthe very country for a hasty inroad. The old monarch had a bitter grudge

against the duke for having foiled him at Alhama. "I'll give this cavalier a lesson," said he, exultingly, "that

will cure him of his love of campaigning." So he prepared in all haste for a foray into the country about

Muley Abul Hassan sallied out of Malaga with fifteen hundred horse and six thousand foot, and took the way

by the seacoast, marching through Estiponia, and entering the Christian country between Gibraltar and

Castellar. The only person that was likely to molest him on this route was one Pedro de Vargas, a shrewd,

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hardy, and vigilant soldier, alcayde of Gibraltar, and who lay ensconced in his old warrior rock as in a citadel.

Muley Abul Hassan knew the watchful and daring character of the man, but had ascertained that his garrison

was too small to enable him to make a sally, or at least to ensure him any success. Still, he pursued his march

with great silence and caution; sent parties in advance to explore every pass where a foe might lie in ambush;

cast many an anxious eye toward the old rock of Gibraltar as its cloudcapped summit was seen towering in

the distance on his left; nor did he feel entirely at ease until he had passed through the broken and

mountainous country of Castellar and descended into the plains. Here he encamped on the banks of the

Celemin, and sent four hundred corredors, or fleet horsemen, armed with lances, to station themselves near

Algeziras and keep a strict watch across the bay upon the opposite fortress of Gibraltar. If the alcayde

attempted to sally forth, they were to waylay and attack him, being almost four times his supposed force, and

were to send swift tidings to the camp. In the mean time two hundred corredors were sent to scour that vast

plain called the Campina de Tarifa, abounding with flocks and herds, and two hundred more were to ravage

the lands about Medina Sidonia. Muley Abul Hassan remained with the main body of the army as a

The foraging parties scoured the country to such effect that they came driving vast flocks and herds before

them, enough to supply the place of all that had been swept from the Vega of Granada. The troops which had

kept watch upon the rock of Gibraltar returned with word that they had not seen a Christian helmet stirring.

The old king congratulated himself upon the secrecy and promptness with which he had conducted his foray,

He had not been so secret, however, as he imagined; the watchful alcayde of Gibraltar had received notice of

his movements, but his garrison was barely sufficient for the defence of his post. Luckily, there arrived at this

juncture a squadron of the armed galleys, under Carlos de Valera, recently stationed in the Straits. Pedro de

Vargas prevailed upon him to take charge of Gibraltar during his temporary absence, and forthwith sallied out

at midnight at the head of seventy chosen horsemen. By his command alarmfires were lighted on the

mountains, signals that the Moors were on the ravage, at sight of which the peasants were accustomed to

drive their flocks and herds to places of refuge. He sent couriers also spurring in every direction, summoning

all capable of bearing arms to meet him at Castellar. This was a town strongly posted on a steep height, by

Muley Abul Hassan saw by the fires blazing on the mountains that the country was rising. He struck his tents,

and pushed forward as rapidly as possible for the border; but he was encumbered with booty and with the vast

cavalgada swept from the pastures of the Campina de Tarifa. His scouts brought him word that there were

troops in the field, but he made light of the intelligence, knowing that they could only be those of the alcayde

of Gibraltar, and that he had not more than a hundred horsemen in his garrison. He threw in advance two

hundred and fifty of his bravest troops, and with them the alcaydes of Marabella and Casares. Behind this

vanguard followed a great cavalgada of cattle, and in the rear marched the king with the main force of his

It was near the middle of a sultry summer day when they approached Castellar. De Vargas was on the watch,

and beheld, by an immense cloud of dust, that they were descending one of the heights of that wild and

broken country. The vanguard and rearguard were above half a league asunder, with the cavalgada

between them, and a long and close forest hid them from each other. De Vargas saw that they could render

but little assistance to each other in case of a sudden attack, and might be easily thrown into confusion. He

chose fifty of his bravest horsemen, and, making a circuit, took his post secretly in a narrow glen opening into

a defile between two rocky heights through which the Moors had to pass. It was his intention to suffer the

While thus lying perdu six Moorish scouts, well mounted and well armed, entered the glen, examining every

place that might conceal an enemy. Some of the Christians advised that they should slay these six men and

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retreat to Gibraltar. "No," said De Vargas; "I have come out for higher game than these; and I hope, by the

aid of God and Santiago, to do good work this day. I know these Moors well, and doubt not but that they may

By this time the six horsemen approached so near that they were on the point of discovering the Christian

ambush. De Vargas gave the word, and ten horsemen rushed upon them; in an instant four of the Moors

rolled in the dust; the other two put spurs to their steeds and fled toward their army, pursued by the ten

Christians. About eighty of the Moorish vanguard came galloping to the relief of their companions; the

Christians turned and fled toward their ambush. De Vargas kept his men concealed until the fugitives and

their pursuers came clattering pellmell into the glen. At a signal trumpet his men sallied forth with great

heat and in close array. The Moors almost rushed upon their weapons before they perceived them; forty of the

infidels were overthrown, the rest turned their back. "Forward!" cried De Vargas; "let us give the vanguard

a brush before it can be joined by the rear." So saying, he pursued the flying Moors down hill, and came with

such force and fury upon the advanceguard as to overturn many of them at the first encounter. As he

wheeled off with his men the Moors discharged their lances, upon which he returned to the charge and made

great slaughter. The Moors fought valiantly for a short time, until the alcaydes of Marabella and Casares were

slain, when they gave way and fled for the rearguard. In their flight they passed through the cavalgada of

cattle, threw the whole in confusion, and raised such a cloud of dust that the Christians could no longer

distinguish objects. Fearing that the king and the main body might be at hand, and finding that De Vargas

was badly wounded, they contented themselves with despoiling the slain and taking above twentyeight

When the routed Moors came flying back upon the rearguard, Muley Abul Hassan feared that the people of

Xeres were in arms. Several of his followers advised him to abandon the cavalgada and retreat by another

road. "No," said the old king; "he is no true soldier who gives up his booty without fighting." Putting spurs to

his horse, he galloped forward through the centre of the cavalgada, driving the cattle to the right and left.

When he reached the field of battle, he found it strewed with the bodies of upward of one hundred Moors,

among which were those of the two alcaydes. Enraged at the sight, he summoned all his crossbowmen and

cavalry, pushed on to the very gates of Castellar, and set fire to two houses close to the walls. Pedro de

Vargas was too severely wounded to sally forth in person, but he ordered out his troops, and there was brisk

skirmishing under the walls, until the king drew off and returned to the scene of the recent encounter. Here he

had the bodies of the principal warriors laid across mules, to be interred honorably at Malaga; the rest of the

slain were buried on the field of battle. Then, gathering together the scattered cavalgada, he paraded it slowly,

With all his fierceness, old Muley Abul Hassan had a gleam of warlike courtesy, and admired the hardy and

soldierlike character of Pedro de Vargas. He summoned two Christian captives, and demanded what were

the revenues of the alcayde of Gibraltar. They told him that, among other things, he was entitled to one out of

every drove of cattle that passed his boundaries. "Allah forbid," cried the old monarch, "that so brave a

He immediately chose twelve of the finest cattle from the twelve droves which formed the cavalgada. These

he gave in charge to an alfaqui to deliver to Pedro de Vargas. "Tell him," said he, "that I crave his pardon for

not having sent these cattle sooner; but I have this moment learnt the nature of his rights, and I hasten to

satisfy them with the punctuality due to so worthy a cavalier. Tell him, at the same time, that I had no idea

The brave alcayde relished the stern soldierlike pleasantry of the old Moorish monarch. He ordered a rich

silken vest and a scarlet mantle to be given to the alfaqui, and dismissed him with great courtesy. "Tell His

Majesty," said he, "that I kiss his hands for the honor he has done me, and regret that my scanty force has not

permitted me to give him a more signal reception on his coming into these parts. Had three hundred

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horsemen, whom I have been promised from Xeres, arrived in time, I might have served up an entertainment

more befitting such a monarch. I trust, however, they will arrive in the course of the night, in which case His

Muley Abul Hassan shook his head when he received the reply of De Vargas. "Allah preserve us," said he,

"from any visitation of these hard riders of Xeres! A handful of troops acquainted with the wild passes of

It was some relief to the king, however, to learn that the hardy alcayde of Gibraltar was too severely wounded

to take the field in person. He immediately beat a retreat with all speed before the close of day, hurrying with

such precipitation that the cavalgada was frequently broken and scattered among the rugged defiles of the

mountains, and above five thousand of the cattle turned back and were regained by the Christians. Muley

Abul Hassan returned triumphantly with the residue to Malaga, glorying in the spoils of the duke of Medina

King Ferdinand was mortified at finding his incursion into the Vega of Granada counterbalanced by this

inroad into his dominions, and saw that there were two sides to the game of war, as to all other games. The

only one who reaped real glory in this series of inroads and skirmishings was Pedro de Vargas, the stout

The foray of old Muley Abul Hassan had touched the pride of the Andalusian chivalry, and they determined

on retaliation. For this purpose a number of the most distinguished cavaliers assembled at Antiquera in the

month of March, 1483. The leaders of the enterprise were, the gallant marques of Cadiz; Don Pedro

Henriquez, adelantado of Andalusia; Don Juan de Silva, count of Cifuentes and bearer of the royal standard,

who commanded in Seville; Don Alonso de Cardenas, master of the religious and military order of Santiago;

and Don Alonso de Aguilar. Several other cavaliers of note hastened to take part in the enterprise, and in a

little while about twentyseven hundred horse and several companies of foot were assembled within the old

A council of war was held by the chiefs to determine in what quarter they should strike a blow. The rival

Moorish kings were waging civil war with each other in the vicinity of Granada, and the whole country lay

open to inroads. Various plans were proposed by the different cavaliers. The marques of Cadiz was desirous

of scaling the walls of Zahara and regaining possession of that important fortress. The master of Santiago,

however, suggested a wider range and a still more important object. He had received information from his

adalides, who were apostate Moors, that an incursion might be safely made into a mountainous region near

Malaga called the Axarquia. Here were valleys of pastureland well stocked with flocks and herds, and there

were numerous villages and hamlets, which would be an easy prey. The city of Malaga was too weakly

garrisoned and had too few cavalry to send forth any force in opposition; nay, he added, they might even

extend their ravages to its very gates, and peradventure carry that wealthy place by sudden assault.

The adventurous spirits of the cavaliers were inflamed by this suggestion: in their sanguine confidence they

already beheld Malaga in their power, and they were eager for the enterprise. The marques of Cadiz

endeavored to interpose a little cool caution. He likewise had apostate adalides, the most intelligent and

experienced on the borders: among these he placed especial reliance on one named Luis Amar, who knew all

the mountains and valleys of the country. He had received from him a particular account of these mountains

of the Axarquia.* Their savage and broken nature was a sufficient defence for the fierce people who

inhabited them, who, manning their rocks and their tremendous passes, which were often nothing more than

the deep dry beds of torrents, might set whole armies at defiance. Even if vanquished, they afforded no spoil

to the victor. Their houses were little better than bare walls, and they would drive off their scanty flocks and

*Pulgar, in his Chronicle, reverses the case, and makes the marques of Cadiz recommend the expedition to

the Axarquia; but Fray Antonio Agapida is supported in his statement by that most veracious and

The sober counsel of the marques, however, was overruled. The cavaliers, accustomed to mountainwarfare,

considered themselves and their horses equal to any wild and rugged expedition, and were flushed with the

Leaving all heavy baggage at Antiquera, and all such as had horses too weak for this mountainscramble,

they set forth full of spirit and confidence. Don Alonso de Aguilar and the adelantado of Andalusia led the

squadron of advance. The count of Cifuentes followed with certain of the chivalry of Seville. Then came the

battalion of the most valiant Roderigo Ponce de Leon, marques of Cadiz: he was accompanied by several of

his brothers and nephews and many cavaliers who sought distinction under his banner, and this family band

attracted universal attention and applause as they paraded in martial state through the streets of Antiquera.

The rearguard was led by Don Alonso Cardenas, master of Santiago, and was composed of the knights of

his order and the cavaliers of Ecija, with certain menatarms of the Holy Brotherhood whom the king had

placed under his command. The army was attended by a great train of mules, laden with provisions for a few

days' supply until they should be able to forage among the Moorish villages. Never did a more gallant and

selfconfident little army tread the earth. It was composed of men full of health and vigor, to whom war was

a pastime and delight. They had spared no expense in their equipments, for never was the pomp of war

carried to a higher pitch than among the proud chivalry of Spain. Cased in armor richly inlaid and embossed,

decked with rich surcoats and waving plumes, and superbly mounted on Andalusian steeds, they pranced out

of Antiquera with banners flying and their various devices and armorial bearings ostentatiously displayed,

and in the confidence of their hopes promised the inhabitants to enrich them with the spoils of Malaga.

In the rear of this warlike pageant followed a peaceful band intent upon profiting by the anticipated victories.

They were not the customary wretches that hover about armies to plunder and strip the dead, but goodly and

substantial traders from Seville, Cordova, and other cities of traffic. They rode sleek mules and were clad in

goodly raiment, with long leather purses at their girdles well filled with pistoles and other golden coin. They

had heard of the spoils wasted by the soldiery at the capture of Alhama, and were provided with moneys to

buy up the jewels and precious stones, the vessels of gold and silver, and the rich silks and cloths that should

form the plunder of Malaga. The proud cavaliers eyed these sons of traffic with great disdain, but permitted

them to follow for the convenience of the troops, who might otherwise be overburdened with booty.

It had been intended to conduct this expedition with great celerity and secrecy, but the noise of the

preparations had already reached the city of Malaga. The garrison, it is true, was weak, but it possessed a

commander who was himself a host. This was Muley Abdallah, commonly called El Zagal, or the Valiant. He

was younger brother of Muley Abul Hassan, and general of the few forces which remained faithful to the old

monarch. He possessed equal fierceness of spirit with his brother, and surpassed him in craft and vigilance.

His very name was a warcry among his soldiery, who had the most extravagant opinion of his prowess.

El Zagal suspected that Malaga was the object of this noisy expedition. He consulted with old Bexir, a

veteran Moor, who governed the city. "If this army of marauders should reach Malaga," said he, "we should

hardly be able to keep them without its walls. I will throw myself with a small force into the mountains, rouse

the peasantry, take possession of the passes, and endeavor to give these Spanish cavaliers sufficient

It was on a Wednesday that the pranking army of highmettled warriors issued forth from the ancient gates of

Antiquera. They marched all day and night, making their way, secretly as they supposed, through the passes

of the mountains. As the tract of country they intended to maraud was far in the Moorish territories, near the

coast of the Mediterranean, they did not arrive there until late in the following day. In passing through these

stern and lofty mountains their path was often along the bottom of a barranco, or deep rocky valley, with a

scanty stream dashing along it among the loose rocks and stones which it had broken and rolled down in the

time of its autumnal violence. Sometimes their road was a mere rambla, or dry bed of a torrent, cut deep into

the mountains and filled with their shattered fragments. These barrancos and ramblas were overhung by

immense cliffs and precipices, forming the lurking places of ambuscades during the wars between the

Moors and Spaniards, as in after times they have become the favorite haunts of robbers to waylay the

As the sun went down the cavaliers came to a lofty part of the mountains, commanding to the right a distant

glimpse of a part of the fair vega of Malaga, with the blue Mediterranean beyond, and they hailed it with

exultation as a glimpse of the promised land. As the night closed in they reached the chain of little valleys

and hamlets locked up among these rocky heights, and known among the Moors by the name of the

Axarquia. Here their vaunting hopes were destined to meet with the first disappointment. The inhabitants had

heard of their approach: they had conveyed away their cattle and effects, and with their wives and children

Enraged at their disappointment, the troops set fire to the deserted houses and pressed forward, hoping for

better fortune as they advanced. Don Alonso de Aguilar and the other cavaliers in the vanguard spread out

their forces to lay waste the country, capturing a few lingering herds of cattle, with the Moorish peasants who

While this marauding party carried fire and sword in the advance and lit up the mountaincliffs with the

flames of the hamlets, the master of Santiago, who brought the rearguard, maintained strict order, keeping

his knights together in martial array, ready for attack or defence should an enemy appear. The menatarms

of the Holy Brotherhood attempted to roam in quest of booty, but he called them back and rebuked them

At length they came to a part of the mountain completely broken up by barrancos and ramblas of vast depth

and shagged with rocks and precipices. It was impossible to maintain the order of march; the horses had no

room for action, and were scarcely manageable, having to scramble from rock to rock and up and down

frightful declivities where there was scarce footing for a mountaingoat. Passing by a burning village, the

light of the flames revealed their perplexed situation. The Moors, who had taken refuge in a watchtower on

an impending height, shouted with exultation when they looked down upon these glistening cavaliers

struggling and stumbling among the rocks. Sallying forth from their tower, they took possession of the cliffs

which overhung the ravine and hurled darts and stones upon the enemy. It was with the utmost grief of heart

that the good master of Santiago beheld his brave men falling like helpless victims around him, without the

means of resistance or revenge. The confusion of his followers was increased by the shouts of the Moors

multiplied by the echoes of every crag and cliff, as if they were surrounded by innumerable foes. Being

entirely ignorant of the country, in their struggles to extricate themselves they plunged into other glens and

defiles, where they were still more exposed to danger. In this extremity the master of Santiago despatched

messengers in search of succor. The marques of Cadiz, like a loyal companioninarms, hastened to his aid

with his cavalry: his approach checked the assaults of the enemy, and the master was at length enabled to

In the mean time, Don Alonso de Aguilar and his companions, in their eager advance, had likewise got

entangled in deep glens and the dry beds of torrents, where they had been severely galled by the insulting

attacks of a handful of Moorish peasants posted on the impending precipices. The proud spirit of De Aguilar

was incensed at having the game of war thus turned upon him, and his gallant forces domineered over by

mountainboors whom he had thought to drive, like their own cattle, to Antiquera. Hearing, however, that his

friend the marques of Cadiz and the master of Santiago were engaged with the enemy, he disregarded his own

danger, and, calling together his troops, returned to assist them, or rather to partake their perils. Being once

more together, the cavaliers held a hasty council amidst the hurling of stones and the whistling of arrows, and

their resolves were quickened by the sight from time to time of some gallant companioninarms laid low.

They determined that there was no spoil in this part of the country to repay for the extraordinary peril, and

that it was better to abandon the herds they had already taken, which only embarrassed their march, and to

The adalides, or guides, were ordered to lead the way out of this place of carnage. These, thinking to conduct

them by the most secure route, led them by a steep and rocky pass, difficult for the footsoldiers, but almost

impracticable to the cavalry. It was overhung with precipices, from whence showers of stones and arrows

were poured upon them, accompanied by savage yells which appalled the stoutest heart. In some places they

could pass but one at a time, and were often transpierced, horse and rider, by the Moorish darts, impeding the

progress of their comrades by their dying struggles. The surrounding precipices were lit up by a thousand

alarmfires: every crag and cliff had its flame, by the light of which they beheld their foes bounding from

Either through terror and confusion or through real ignorance of the country their guides, instead of

conducting them out of the mountains, led them deeper into their fatal recesses. The morning dawned upon

them in a narrow rambla, its bottom formed of broken rocks, where once had raved along the

mountaintorrent, while above there beetled great arid cliffs, over the brows of which they beheld the

turbaned heads of their fierce and exulting foes. What a different appearance did the unfortunate cavaliers

present from that of the gallant band that marched so vauntingly out of Antiquera! Covered with dust and

blood and wounds, and haggard with fatigue and horror, they looked like victims rather than like warriors.

Many of their banners were lost, and not a trumpet was heard to rally up their sinking spirits. The men turned

with imploring eyes to their commanders, while the hearts of the cavaliers were ready to burst with rage and

All day they made ineffectual attempts to extricate themselves from the mountains. Columns of smoke rose

from the heights where in the preceding night had blazed the alarmfire. The mountaineers assembled from

every direction: they swarmed at every pass, getting in the advance of the Christians, and garrisoning the

Night closed again upon the Christians when they were shut up in a narrow valley traversed by a deep stream

and surrounded by precipices which seemed to reach the skies, and on which blazed and flared the

alarmfires. Suddenly a new cry was heard resounding along the valley. "El Zagal! El Zagal!" echoed from

"It is the warcry of El Zagal, the Moorish general," said an old Castilian soldier: "he must be coming in

The worthy master turned to his knights: "Let us die," said he, "making a road with our hearts, since we

cannot with our swords. Let us scale the mountain and sell our lives dearly, instead of staying here to be

So saying, he turned his steed against the mountain and spurred him up its flinty side. Horse and foot

followed his example, eager, if they could not escape, to have at least a dying blow at the enemy. As they

struggled up the height a tremendous storm of darts and stones was showered upon them by the Moors.

Sometimes a fragment of rock came bounding and thundering down, ploughing its way through the centre of

their host. The footsoldiers, faint with weariness and hunger or crippled by wounds, held by the tails and

manes of the horses to aid them in their ascent, while the horses, losing their foothold among the loose stones

or receiving some sudden wound, tumbled down the steep declivity, steed, rider, and soldier rolling from crag

to crag until they were dashed to pieces in the valley. In this desperate struggle the alferez or standardbearer

of the master, with his standard, was lost, as were many of his relations and his dearest friends. At length he

succeeded in attaining the crest of the mountain, but it was only to be plunged in new difficulties. A

wilderness of rocks and rugged dells lay before him beset by cruel foes. Having neither banner nor trumpet

by which to rally his troops, they wandered apart, each intent upon saving himself from the precipices of the

mountains and the darts of the enemy. When the pious master of Santiago beheld the scattered fragments of

his late gallant force, he could not restrain his grief. "O God!" exclaimed he, "great is thine anger this day

against thy servants. Thou hast converted the cowardice of these infidels into desperate valor, and hast made

He would fain have kept with his footsoldiers, and, gathering them together, have made head against the

enemy, but those around him entreated him to think only of his personal safety. To remain was to perish

without striking a blow; to escape was to preserve a life that might be devoted to vengeance on the Moors.

The master reluctantly yielded to the advice. "O Lord of hosts!" exclaimed he again, "from thy wrath do I fly,

not from these infidels: they are but instruments in thy hands to chastise us for our sins." So saying, he sent

the guides in the advance, and, putting spurs to his horse, dashed through a defile of the mountains before the

Moors could intercept him. The moment the master put his horse to speed, his troops scattered in all

directions. Some endeavored to follow his traces, but were confounded among the intricacies of the

mountain. They fled hither and thither, many perishing among the precipices, others being slain by the

The gallant marques of Cadiz, guided by his trusty adalid, Luis Amar, had ascended a different part of the

mountain. He was followed by his friend, Don Alonso de Aguilar, the adelantado, and the count of Cifuentes,

but in the darkness and confusion the bands of these commanders became separated from each other. When

the marques attained the summit, he looked around for his companionsinarms, but they were no longer

following him, and there was no trumpet to summon them. It was a consolation to the marques, however, that

his brothers and several of his relations, with a number of his retainers, were still with him: he called his

His guide now led the way into another valley, where he would be less exposed to danger: when he had

reached the bottom of it the marques paused to collect his scattered followers and to give time for his

fellowcommanders to rejoin him. Here he was suddenly assailed by the troops of El Zagal, aided by the

mountaineers from the cliffs. The Christians, exhausted and terrified, lost all presence of mind: most of them

fled, and were either slain or taken captive. The marques and his valiant brothers, with a few tried friends,

made a stout resistance. His horse was killed under him; his brothers, Don Diego and Don Lope, with his two

nephews, Don Lorenzo and Don Manuel, were one by one swept from his side, either transfixed with darts

and lances by the soldiers of El Zagal or crushed by stones from the heights. The marques was a veteran

warrior, and had been in many a bloody battle, but never before had death fallen so thick and close around

him. When he saw his remaining brother, Don Beltran, struck out of his saddle by a fragment of a rock and

his horse running wildly about without his rider, he gave a cry of anguish and stood bewildered and aghast. A

few faithful followers surrounded him and entreated him to fly for his life. He would still have remained, to

have shared the fortunes of his friend Don Alonso de Aguilar and his other companionsinarms, but the

forces of El Zagal were between him and them, and death was whistling by on every wind. Reluctantly,

therefore, he consented to fly. Another horse was brought him: his faithful adalid guided him by one of the

steepest paths, which lasted for four leagues, the enemy still hanging on his traces and thinning the scanty

ranks of his followers. At length the marques reached the extremity of the mountaindefiles, and with a

The count of Cifuentes, with a few of his retainers, in attempting to follow the marques of Cadiz wandered

into a narrow pass, where they were completely surrounded by the band of El Zagal. The count himself was

assailed by six of the enemy, against whom he was defending himself with desperation, when their leader,

struck with the inequality of the fight, ordered the others to desist, and continued the combat alone. The

count, already exhausted, was soon compelled to surrender; his brother, Don Pedro de Silva, and the few of

his retainers who survived, were likewise taken prisoners. The Moorish cavalier who had manifested such a

chivalrous spirit in encountering the count singly was[3]Reduan Vanegas, brother of the former vizier of

The dawn of day found Don Alonso de Aguilar with a handful of his followers still among the mountains.

They had attempted to follow the marques of Cadiz, but had been obliged to pause and defend themselves

against the thickening forces of the enemy. They at length traversed the mountain, and reached the same

valley where the marques had made his last disastrous stand. Wearied and perplexed, they sheltered

themselves in a natural grotto under an overhanging rock, which kept off the darts of the enemy, while a

bubbling fountain gave them the means of slaking their raging thirst and refreshing their exhausted steeds. As

day broke the scene of slaughter unfolded its horrors. There lay the noble brothers and nephews of the gallant

marques, transfixed with darts or gashed and bruised with unseemly wounds, while many other gallant

cavaliers lay stretched out dead and dying around, some of them partly stripped and plundered by the Moors.

De Aguilar was a pious knight, but his piety was not humble and resigned, like that of the worthy master of

Santiago. He imprecated holy curses upon the infidels for having thus laid low the flower of Christian

chivalry, and he vowed in his heart bitter vengeance upon the surrounding country.

By degrees the little force of De Aguilar was augmented by numbers of fugitives who issued from caves and

chasms where they had taken refuge in the night. A little band of mounted knights was gradually formed, and,

the Moors having abandoned the heights to collect the spoils of the slain, this gallant but forlorn squadron

This disastrous affair lasted from Thursday evening, throughout Friday, the twentyfirst of March, the

festival of St. Benedict. It is still recorded in Spanish calendars as the defeat of the mountains of Malaga, and

the spot where the greatest slaughter took place is called "la Cuesta de la Matanza," or the Hill of the

Massacre. The principal leaders who survived returned to Antiquera. Many of the knights took refuge in

Alhama and other towns: many wandered about the mountains for eight days, living on roots and herbs,

hiding themselves during the day and sallying forth at night. So enfeebled and disheartened were they that

they offered no resistance if attacked. Three or four soldiers would surrender to a Moorish peasant, and even

the women of Malaga sallied forth and made prisoners. Some were thrown into the dungeons of frontier

towns, others led captive to Granada, but by far the greater number were conducted to Malaga, the city they

had threatened to attack. Two hundred and fifty principal cavaliers, alcaydes, commanders, and hidalgos of

generous blood were confined in the alcazaba, or citadel, of Malaga to await their ransom, and five hundred

and seventy of the common soldiery were crowded in an enclosure or courtyard of the alcazaba to be sold as

Great spoils were collected of splendid armor and weapons taken from the slain or thrown away by the

cavaliers in their flight, and many horses, magnificently caparisoned, together with numerous standards,all

The merchants also who had come with the army, intending to traffic in the spoils of the Moors, were

themselves made objects of traffic. Several of them were driven like cattle before the Moorish viragoes to the

market of Malaga, and, in spite of all their adroitness in trade and their attempts to buy themselves off at a

cheap ransom, they were unable to purchase their freedom without such draughts upon their moneybags at

The people of Antiquera had scarcely recovered from the tumult of excitement and admiration caused by the

departure of the gallant band of cavaliers upon their foray when they beheld the scattered wrecks flying for

refuge to their walls. Day after day and hour after hour brought some wretched fugitive, in whose battered

plight and haggard woebegone demeanor it was almost impossible to recognize the warrior who had lately

The arrival of the marques of Cadiz almost alone, covered with dust and blood, his armor shattered and

defaced, his countenance the picture of despair, filled every heart with sorrow, for he was greatly beloved by

the people. The multitude asked of his companions where was the band of brothers which had rallied round

him as he went forth to the field, and when told that one by one they had been slaughtered at his side, they

hushed their voices or spake to each other only in whispers as he passed, gazing at him in silent sympathy.

No one attempted to console him in so great an affliction, nor did the good marques speak ever a word, but,

shutting himself up, brooded in lonely anguish over his misfortune. It was only the arrival of Don Alonso de

Aguilar that gave him a gleam of consolation, rejoicing to find that amidst the shafts of death which had

fallen so thickly among his family his chosen friend and brotherinarms had escaped uninjured.

For several days every eye was turned in fearful suspense toward the Moorish border, anxiously looking in

every fugitive from the mountains for the lineaments of some friend or relative whose fate was yet a mystery.

At length every hope and doubt subsided into certainty; the whole extent of this great calamity was known,

spreading grief and consternation throughout the land and laying desolate the pride and hopes of palaces. It

was a sorrow that visited the marble hall and silken pillow. Stately dames mourned over the loss of their sons,

the joy and glory of their age, and many a fair cheek was blanched with woe which had lately mantled with

secret admiration. "All Andalusia," says a historian of the time, "was overwhelmed by a great affliction; there

Fear and trembling reigned for a time along the frontier. Their spear seemed broken, their buckler cleft in

twain: every border town dreaded an attack, and the mother caught her infant to her bosom when the

watchdog howled in the night, fancying it the warcry of the Moor. All for a time seemed lost, and

despondency even found its way to the royal breasts of Ferdinand and Isabella amidst the splendors of their

Great, on the other hand, was the joy of the Moors when they saw whole legions of Christian warriors

brought captive into their towns by rude mountainpeasantry. They thought it the work of Allah in favor of

the faithful. But when they recognized among the captives thus dejected and broken down some of the

proudest of Christian chivalry; when they saw several of the banners and devices of the noblest houses of

Spain, which they had been accustomed to behold in the foremost of the battle, now trailed ignominiously

through their streets; when, in short, they witnessed the arrival of the count of Cifuentes, the royal

standardbearer of Spain, with his gallant brother, Don Pedro de Silva, brought prisoners into the gates of

Granada,there were no bounds to their exultation. They thought that the days of their ancient glory were

about to return, and that they were to renew their career of triumph over the unbelievers.

The Christian historians of the time are sorely perplexed to account for this misfortune, and why so many

Christian knights, fighting in the cause of the holy faith, should thus miraculously, as it were, be given

captive to a handful of infidel boors, for we are assured that all this rout and destruction was effected by five

hundred foot and fifty horse, and those mere mountaineers without science or discipline.* "It was intended,"

observes one historiographer, "as a lesson to their confidence and vainglory, overrating their own prowess

and thinking that so chosen a band of chivalry had but to appear in the land of the enemy and conquer. It was

to teach them that the race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong, but that God alone giveth the

The worthy father Fray Antonio Agapida, however, asserts it to be a punishment for the avarice of the

Spanish warriors. They did not enter the kingdom of the infidels with the pure spirit of Christian knights,

zealous only for the glory of the faith, but rather as greedy men of traffic, to enrich themselves by vending the

spoils of the infidels. Instead of preparing themselves by confession and communion, and executing their

testaments, and making donations and bequests to churches and convents, they thought only of arranging

bargains and sales of their anticipated booty. Instead of taking with them holy monks to aid them with their

prayers, they were followed by a train of tradingmen to keep alive their worldly and sordid ideas, and to

turn what ought to be holy triumphs into scenes of brawling traffic. Such is the opinion of the excellent

Agapida, in which he is joined by that most worthy and upright of chroniclers, the curate of Los Palacios.

Agapida comforts himself, however, with the reflection that this visitation was meant in mercy to try the

Castilian heart, and to extract from its present humiliation the elements of future success, as gold is extracted

from amidst the impurities of earth; and in this reflection he is supported by the venerable historian Pedro

The defeat of the Christian cavaliers among the mountains of Malaga, and the successful inroad of Muley

Abul Hassan into the lands of Medina Sidonia, had produced a favorable effect on the fortunes of the old

monarch. The inconstant populace began to shout forth his name in the streets, and to sneer at the inactivity

of his son Boabdil el Chico. The latter, though in the flower of his age and distinguished for vigor and

dexterity in jousts and tournaments, had never yet fleshed his weapon in the field of battle; and it was

murmured that he preferred the silken repose of the cool halls of the Alhambra to the fatigue and danger of

The popularity of these rival kings depended upon their success against the Christians, and Boabdil el Chico

found it necessary to strike some signal blow to counterbalance the late triumph of his father. He was further

incited by his fatherinlaw, Ali Atar, alcayde of Loxa, with whom the coals of wrath against the Christians

still burned among the ashes of age, and had lately been blown into a flame by the attack made by Ferdinand

Ali Atar informed Boabdil that the late discomfiture of the Christian knights had stripped Andalusia of the

prime of her chivalry and broken the spirit of the country. All the frontier of Cordova and Ecija now lay open

to inroad; but he especially pointed out the city of Lucena as an object of attack, being feebly garrisoned and

lying in a country rich in pasturage, abounding in cattle and grain, in oil and wine. The fiery old Moor spoke

from thorough information, for he had made many an incursion into these parts, and his very name was a

terror throughout the country. It had become a by word in the garrison of Loxa to call Lucena the garden of

Ali Atar, for he was accustomed to forage its fertile territories for all his supplies.

Boabdil el Chico listened to the persuasions of this veteran of the borders. He assembled a force of nine

thousand foot and seven hundred horse, most of them his own adherents, but many the partisans of his father;

for both factions, however they might fight among themselves, were ready to unite in any expedition against

the Christians. Many of the most illustrious and valiant of the Moorish nobility assembled round his standard,

magnificently arrayed in sumptuous armor and rich embroidery, as though for a festival or a tilt of canes

rather than an enterprise of iron war. Boabdil's mother, the sultana Ayxa la Horra, armed him for the field,

and gave him her benediction as she girded his scimetar to his side. His favorite wife Morayma wept as she

thought of the evils that might befall him. "Why dost thou weep, daughter of Ali Atar?" said the highminded

Ayxa: "these tears become not the daughter of a warrior nor the wife of a king. Believe me there lurks more

danger for a monarch within the strong walls of a palace than within the frail curtains of a tent. It is by perils

But Morayma still hung upon his neck with tears and sad forebodings, and when he departed from the

Alhambra she betook herself to her mirador, overlooking the Vega, whence she watched the army as it went

in shining order along the road leading to Loxa, and every burst of warlike melody that came swelling on the

As the royal cavalcade issued from the palace and descended through the streets of Granada the populace

greeted their youthful sovereign with shouts, anticipating deeds of prowess that would wither the laurels of

his father. The appearance of Boabdil was well calculated to captivate the public eye, if we may judge from

the description given by the abbot of Rute in his manuscript history of the House of Cordova. He was

mounted on a superb white charger magnificently caparisoned. His corselets were of polished steel richly

ornamented, studded with gold nails, and lined with crimson velvet. He wore a steel casque exquisitely

chiselled and embossed; his scimetar and dagger of Damascus were of highest temper; he had a round buckler

at his shoulder and bore a ponderous lance. In passing through the gate of Elvira, however, he accidentally

broke his lance against the arch. At this certain of his nobles turned pale and entreated him to turn back, for

they regarded it as an evil omen. Boabdil scoffed at their fears as idle fancies. He refused to take another

spear, but drew forth his scimetar and led the way (adds Agapida) in an arrogant and haughty style, as though

he would set both Heaven and earth at defiance. Another evil omen was sent to deter him from his enterprise:

arriving at the rambla, or dry ravine, of Beyro, which is scarcely a bowshot from the city, a fox ran through

the whole army and close by the person of the king, and, though a thousand bolts were discharged at it,

escaped uninjured to the mountains. The principal courtiers now reiterated their remonstrances against

proceeding; the king, however, was not to be dismayed by these portents, but continued to march forward.*

At Loxa the army was reinforced by old Ali Atar with the chosen horsemen of his garrison and many of the

bravest warriors of the border towns. The people of Loxa shouted with exultation when they beheld Ali Atar

armed at all points and mounted on his Barbary steed, which had often borne him over the borders. The

veteran warrior, with nearly a century of years upon his head, had all the fire and animation of youth at the

prospect of a foray, and careered from rank to rank with the velocity of an Arab of the desert. The populace

watched the army as it paraded over the bridge and wound into the passes of the mountains, and still their

eyes were fixed upon the pennon of Ali Atar as if it bore with it an assurance of victory.

The Moorish army entered the Christian frontier by forced marches, hastily ravaging the country, driving off

the flocks and herds, and making captives of the inhabitants. They pressed on furiously, and made the latter

part of their march in the night, to elude observation and come upon Lucena by surprise. Boabdil was

inexperienced in warfare, but had a veteran counsellor in his old fatherinlaw; for Ali Atar knew every

secret of the country, and as he prowled through it his eye ranged over the land, uniting in its glare the craft

of the fox with the sanguinary ferocity of the wolf. He had flattered himself that their march had been so

rapid as to outstrip intelligence, and that Lucena would be an easy capture, when suddenly he beheld

alarmfires blazing upon the mountains. "We are discovered," said he to Boabdil; "the country will be up in

arms; we have nothing left but to strike boldly for Lucena: it is but slightly garrisoned, and we may carry it

by assault before it can receive assistance." The king approved of his counsel, and they marched rapidly for

Don Diego de Cordova, count of Cabra, was in the castle of Vaena, which, with the town of the same name,

is situated on a lofty sun burnt hill on the frontier of the kingdom of Cordova and but a few leagues from

Lucena. The range of mountains of Horquera lies between them. The castle of Vaena was strong and well

furnished with arms, and the count had a numerous band of vassals and retainers; for it behooved the

noblemen of the frontiers in those times to be well prepared with man and horse, with lance and buckler, to

resist the sudden incursions of the Moors. The count of Cabra was a hardy and experienced warrior, shrewd

in council, prompt in action, rapid and fearless in the field. He was one of the bravest of cavaliers for an

inroad, and had been quickened and sharpened in thought and action by living on the borders.

On the night of the 20th of April, 1483, the count was about to retire to rest when the watchman from the

turret brought him word that there were alarmfires on the mountains of Horquera, and that they were made

on the signaltower overhanging the defile through which the road passes to Cabra and Lucena.

The count ascended the battlement and beheld five lights blazing on the towera sign that there was a

Moorish army attacking some place on the frontier. The count instantly ordered the alarmbells to be

sounded, and despatched couriers to rouse the commanders of the neighboring towns. He called upon his

retainers to prepare for action, and sent a trumpet through the town summoning the men to assemble at the

Throughout the remainder of the night the castle resounded with the din of preparation. Every house in the

town was in equal bustle, for in these frontier towns every house had its warrior, and the lance and buckler

were ever hanging against the wall ready to be snatched down for instant service. Nothing was heard but the

din of armorers, the shoeing of steeds, and furbishing up of weapons, and all night long the alarmfires kept

When the morning dawned the count of Cabra sallied forth at the head of two hundred and fifty cavaliers of

the best families of Vaena, all well appointed, exercised in arms, and experienced in the warfare of the

borders. There were besides twelve hundred footsoldiers, brave and wellseasoned men of the same town.

The count ordered them to hasten forward, whoever could make most speed, taking the road to Cabra, which

was three leagues distant. That they might not loiter on the road he allowed none of them to break their fast

until they arrived at that place. The provident count despatched couriers in advance, and the little army on

reaching Cabra found tables spread with food and refreshments at the gates of the town. Here they were

Having made a hearty repast, they were on the point of resuming their march when the count discovered that

in the hurry of his departure from home he had forgotten to bring the standard of Vaena, which for upward of

eighty years had always been borne to battle by his family. It was now noon, and there was no time to return:

he took, therefore, the standard of Cabra, the device of which is a goat, and which had not been seen in the

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wars for the last half century. When about to depart a courier came galloping at full speed, bringing missives

to the count from his nephew, Don Diego Fernandez de Cordova, senior of Lucena and alcayde de los

Donceles,* entreating him to hasten to his aid, as his town was beset by the Moorish king, Boabdil el Chico,

*The "Donceles" were young cavaliers who had been pages in the royal household, but now formed an elite

The count put his little army instantly in movement for Lucena, which is only one league from Cabra; he was

fired with the idea of having the Moorish king in person to contend with. By the time he reached Lucena the

Moors had desisted from the attack and were ravaging the surrounding country. He entered the town with a

few of his cavaliers, and was received with joy by his nephew, whose whole force consisted but of eighty

horse and three hundred foot. Don Diego Fernandez de Cordova was a young man, yet he was a prudent,

careful, and capable officer. Having learnt, the evening before, that the Moors had passed the frontiers, he

had gathered within his walls all the women and children from the environs, had armed the men, sent couriers

Boabdil had arrived with his army at daybreak, and had sent in a message threatening to put the garrison to

the sword if the place were not instantly surrendered. The messenger was a Moor of Granada, named Hamet,

whom Don Diego had formerly known: he contrived to amuse him with negotiation to gain time for succor to

arrive. The fierce old Ali Atar, losing all patience, had made an assault upon the town and stormed like a fury

at the gate, but had been repulsed. Another and more serious attack was expected in the course of the night.

When the count de Cabra had heard this account of the situation of affairs, he turned to his nephew with his

usual alacrity of manner, and proposed that they should immediately sally forth in quest of the enemy. The

prudent Don Diego remonstrated at the rashness of attacking so great a force with a mere handful of men.

"Nephew," said the count, "I came from Vaena with a determination to fight this Moorish king, and I will not

"At any rate," replied Don Diego, "let us wait but two hours, and we shall have reinforcements which have

been promised me from Rambla, Santaella, Montilla, and other places in the neighborhood." "If we await

these," said the hardy count, "the Moors will be off, and all our trouble will have been in vain. You may await

The count paused for no reply, but in his prompt and rapid manner sallied forth to his men. The young

alcayde de los Donceles, though more prudent than his ardent uncle, was equally brave; he determined to

stand by him in his rash enterprise, and, summoning his little force, marched forth to join the count, who was

The Moorish army had ceased ravaging the country, and was not to be seen, the neighborhood being hilly and

broken with deep ravines. The count despatched six scouts on horseback to reconnoitre, ordering them to

return with all speed on discovering the enemy, and by no means to engage in skirmishing with stragglers.

The scouts, ascending a high hill, beheld the Moorish army in a valley behind it, the cavalry ranged in five

battalions keeping guard, while the footsoldiers were seated on the grass making a repast. They returned

The count now ordered the troops to march in the direction of the enemy. He and his nephew ascended the

hill, and saw that the five battalions of Moorish cavalry had been formed into two, one of about nine hundred

lances, the other of about six hundred. The whole force seemed prepared to march for the frontier. The

footsoldiers were already under way with many prisoners and a great train of mules and beasts of burden

laden with booty. At a distance was Boabdil el Chico: they could not distinguish his person, but they knew

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him by his superb black and white charger, magnificently caparisoned, and by his being surrounded by a

numerous guard sumptuously armed and attired. Old Ali Atar was careering about the valley with his usual

The eyes of the count de Cabra glistened with eager joy as he beheld the royal prize within his reach. The

immense disparity of their forces never entered into his mind. "By Santiago!" said he to his nephew as they

hastened down the hill, "had we waited for more forces the Moorish king and his army would have escaped

The count now harangued his men to inspirit them to this hazardous encounter. He told them not to be

dismayed at the number of the Moors, for God often permitted the few to conquer the many, and he had great

confidence that through the divine aid they were that day to achieve a signal victory which should win them

both riches and renown. He commanded that no man should hurl his lance at the enemy, but should keep it in

his hands and strike as many blows with it as he could. He warned them also never to shout except when the

Moors did, for when both armies shouted together there was no perceiving which made the most noise and

was the strongest. He desired his uncle Lope de Mendoza, and Diego de Cabrera, alcayde of Dona Mencia, to

alight and enter on foot in the battalion of infantry to animate them to the combat. He appointed also the

alcayde of Vaena and Diego de Clavijo, a cavalier of his household, to remain in the rear, and not to permit

Such were the orders given by this most adroit, active, and intrepid cavalier to his little army, supplying by

admirable sagacity and subtle management the want of a more numerous force. His orders being given and all

arrangements made, he threw aside his lance, drew his sword, and commanded his standard to be advanced

The Moorish king had descried the Spanish forces at a distance, although a slight fog prevented his seeing

them distinctly and ascertaining their numbers. His old fatherinlaw, Ali Atar, was by his side, who, being a

veteran marauder, was well acquainted with all the standards and armorial bearings of the frontiers. When the

king beheld the ancient and longdisused banner of Cabra emerging from the mist, he turned to Ali Atar and

demanded whose ensign it was. The old borderer was for once at a loss, for the banner had not been displayed

in battle in his time. "In truth," replied he, after a pause, "I have been considering that standard for some time,

but I confess I do not know it. It cannot be the ensign of any single commander or community, for none

would venture singlehanded to attack you. It appears to be a dog, which device is borne by the towns of

Baeza and Ubeda. If it be so, all Andalusia is in movement against you, and I would advise you to retire."

The count de Cabra, in winding down the hill toward the Moors, found himself on much lower ground than

the enemy: he ordered in all haste that his standard should be taken back, so as to gain the vantage ground.

The Moors, mistaking this for a retreat, rushed impetuously toward the Christians. The latter, having gained

the height proposed, charged upon them at the same moment with the battlecry of "Santiago!" and, dealing

The Moors, thus checked in their tumultuous assault, were thrown into confusion, and began to give way, the

Christians following hard upon them. Boabdil el Chico endeavored to rally them. "Hold! hold! for shame!"

cried he; "let us not fly, at least until we know our enemy." The Moorish chivalry were stung by this reproof,

and turned to make front with the valor of men who feel that they are fighting under their monarch's eye.

At this moment, Lorenzo de Porres, alcayde of Luque, arrived with fifty horse and one hundred foot,

sounding an Italian trumpet from among a copse of oak trees which concealed his force. The quick ear of old

Ali Atar caught the note. "That is an Italian trumpet," said he to the king; "the whole world seems in arms

The trumpet of Lorenzo de Porres was answered by that of the count de Cabra in another direction, and it

seemed to the Moors as if they were between two armies. Don Lorenzo, sallying from among the oaks, now

charged upon the enemy: the latter did not wait to ascertain the force of this new foe; the confusion, the

variety of alarums, the attacks from opposite quarters, the obscurity of the fog, all conspired to deceive them

as to the number of their adversaries. Broken and dismayed, they retreated fighting, and nothing but the

presence and remonstrances of the king prevented their retreat from becoming a headlong flight. If Boabdil

had displayed little of the talents of a general in the outset of his enterprise, he manifested courage and

presence of mind amid the disasters of its close. Seconded by a small body of cavalry, the choicest and most

loyal of his guards, he made repeated stand against the press of the foe in a skirmishing retreat of about three

leagues, and the way was strewn with the flower of his chivalry. At length they came to the brook of Martin

Gonzales (or Mingozales, as it is called by the Moorish chroniclers), which, swollen by recent rain, was now

a deep and turbid torrent. Here a scene of confusion ensued. Horse and foot precipitated themselves into the

stream. Some of the horses stuck fast in the mire and blocked up the ford; others trampled down the

footsoldiers; many were drowned and more carried down the stream. Such of the footsoldiers as gained the

opposite side immediately took to flight; the horsemen, too, who had struggled through the stream, gave reins

The little band of devoted cavaliers about the king serried their forces to keep the enemy in check, fighting

with them hand to hand until he should have time to cross. In the tumult his horse was shot down, and he

became environed in the throng of footsoldiers struggling forward to the ford and in peril from the lances of

their pursuers. Conscious that his rich array made him a conspicuous object, he retreated along the bank of

the river, and endeavored to conceal himself in a thicket of willows and tamarisks. Thence, looking back, he

beheld his loyal band at length give way, supposing, no doubt, he had effected his escape. They crossed the

ford, followed pellmell by the enemy, and several of them were struck down in the stream.

While Boabdil was meditating to throw himself into the water and endeavor to swim across, he was

discovered by Martin Hurtado, regidor of Lucena, a brave cavalier who had been captive in the prisons of

Granada and exchanged for a Christian knight. Hurtado attacked the king with a pike, but was kept at bay

until, seeing other soldiers approaching, Boabdil cried for quarter, proclaiming himself a person of high rank

who would pay a noble ransom. At this moment came up several men of Vaena, of the troop of the count de

Cabra. Hearing the talk of ransom and noticing the splendid attire of the Moor, they endeavored to secure for

themselves so rich a prize. One of them seized hold of Boabdil, but the latter resented the indignity by

striking him to the earth with a blow of his poniard. Others of Hurtado's townsmen coming up, a contest arose

between the men of Lucena and Vaena as to who had a right to the prisoner. The noise brought Don Diego

Fernandez de Cordova to the spot, who by his authority put an end to the altercation. Boabdil, finding himself

unknown by all present, concealed his quality, giving himself out as the son of Aben Alnayer, a cavalier of

the royal household.* Don Diego treated him with great courtesy, put a red band round his neck in sign of his

being a captive, and sent him under an escort to the castle of Lucena where his quality would be ascertained,

This done, the count put spurs to his horse and hastened to rejoin the count de Cabra, who was in hot pursuit

of the enemy. He overtook him at a stream called Reanaul, and they continued together to press on the skirts

of the flying army during the remainder of the day. The pursuit was almost as hazardous as the battle, for had

the enemy at any time recovered from their panic, they might, by a sudden reaction, have overwhelmed the

small force of their pursuers. To guard against this peril, the wary count kept his battalion always in close

order, and had a body of a hundred chosen lancers in the advance. The Moors kept up a Parthian retreat;

several times they turned to make battle, but, seeing this solid body of steeled warriors pressing upon them,

The main retreat of the army was along the valley watered by the Xenil and opening through the mountains of

Algaringo to the city of Loxa. The alarmfires of the preceding night had aroused the country; every man

snatched sword and buckler from the wall, and the towns and villages poured forth their warriors to harass the

retreating foe. Ali Atar kept the main force of the army together, and turned fiercely from time to time upon

his pursuers: he was like a wolf hunted through the country he had often made desolate by his maraudings.

The alarm of this invasion had reached the city of Antiquera, where were several of the cavaliers who had

escaped from the carnage in the mountains of Malaga. Their proud minds were festering with their late

disgrace, and their only prayer was for vengeance on the infidels. No sooner did they hear of the Moor being

over the border than they were armed and mounted for action. Don Alonso de Aguilar led them fortha

small body of but forty horsemen, but all cavaliers of prowess and thirsting for revenge. They came upon the

foe on the banks of the Xenil where it winds through the valleys of Cordova. The river, swelled by the late

rains, was deep and turbulent and only fordable at certain places. The main body of the army was gathered in

confusion on the banks, endeavoring to ford the stream, protected by the cavalry of Ali Atar.

No sooner did the little band of Alonso de Aguilar come in sight of the Moors than fury flashed from their

eyes. "Remember the mountains of Malaga!" cried they to each other as they rushed to combat. Their charge

was desperate, but was gallantly resisted. A scrambling and bloody fight ensued, hand to hand and sword to

sword, sometimes on land, sometimes in the water. Many were lanced on the banks; others, throwing

themselves into the river, sank with the weight of their armor and were drowned; some, grappling together,

fell from their horses, but continued their struggle in the waves, and helm and turban rolled together down the

stream. The Moors were far greater in number, and among them were many warriors of rank; but they were

Ali Atar alone preserved all his fire and energy amid his reverses. He had been enraged at the defeat of the

army and the ignominious flight he had been obliged to make through a country which had so often been the

scene of his exploits; but to be thus impeded in his flight and harassed and insulted by a mere handful of

warriors roused the violent passions of the old Moor to perfect frenzy. He had marked Don Alonso de Aguilar

dealing his blows (says Agapida) with the pious vehemence of a righteous knight, who knows that in every

wound inflicted upon the infidels he is doing God service. Ali Atar spurred his steed along the bank of the

river to come upon Don Alonso by surprise. The back of the warrior was toward him, and, collecting all his

force, the Moor hurled his lance to transfix him on the spot. The lance was not thrown with the usual

accuracy of Ali Atar: it tore away a part of the cuirass of Don Alonso, but failed to inflict a wound. The Moor

rushed upon Don Alonso with his scimetar, but the latter was on the alert and parried his blow. They fought

desperately upon the borders of the river, alternately pressing each other into the stream and fighting their

way again up the bank. Ali Atar was repeatedly wounded, and Don Alonso, having pity on his age, would

have spared his life: he called upon him to surrender. "Never," cried Ali Atar, "to a Christian dog!" The

words were scarce out of his mouth when the sword of Don Alonso clove his turbaned head and sank deep

into the brain. He fell dead without a groan; his body rolled into the Xenil, nor was it ever found or

recognized.* Thus fell Ali Atar, who had long been the terror of Andalusia. As he had hated and warred upon

The fall of Ali Atar put an end to the transient stand of the cavalry. Horse and foot mingled together in the

desperate struggle across the Xenil, and many were trampled down and perished beneath the waves. Don

Alonso and his band continued to harass them until they crossed the frontier, and every blow struck home to

the Moors seemed to lighten the load of humiliation and sorrow which had weighed heavy on their hearts.

In this disastrous rout the Moors lost upward of five thousand killed and made prisoners, many of whom were

of the most noble lineages of Granada; numbers fled to rocks and mountains, where they were subsequently

Boabdil remained a prisoner in the state tower of the citadel of Lucena under the vigilance of Alonso de

Rueda, esquire of the alcayde of the Donceles; his quality was still unknown until the 24th of April, three

days after the battle. On that day some prisoners, natives of Granada, just brought in, caught a sight of the

unfortunate Boabdil despoiled of his royal robes. Throwing themselves at his feet, they broke forth in loud

Great was the astonishment and triumph of the count de Cabra and Don Diego Fernandez de Cordova on

learning the rank of the supposed cavalier. They both ascended to the castle to see that he was lodged in a

style befitting his quality. When the good count beheld in the dejected captive before him the monarch who

had so recently appeared in royal splendor surrounded by an army, his generous heart was touched by

sympathy. He said everything to comfort him that became a courteous and Christian knight, observing that

the same mutability of things which had suddenly brought him low might as rapidly restore him to prosperity,

since in this world nothing is stable, and sorrow, like joy, has its allotted term.

The action here recorded was called by some the battle of Lucena, by others the battle of the Moorish king,

because of the capture of Boabdil. Twentytwo banners, taken on the occasion, were borne in triumph into

Vaena on the 23d of April, St. George's Day, and hung up in the church. There they remain (says a historian

of after times) to this day. Once a year, on the festival of St. George, they are borne about in procession by

the inhabitants, who at the same time give thanks to God for this signal victory granted to their forefathers.*

*Several circumstances relative to the capture of Boabdil vary in this from the first edition, in consequence of

later light thrown on the subject by Don Miguel Lafuente Alcantara in his History of Granada. He has availed

himself much of various ancient documents relative to the battle, especially the History of the House of

Cordova by the abbot of Rute, a descendant of that familya rare manuscript of which few copies exist.

The question as to the person entitled to the honor and reward for having captured the king long continued a

matter of dispute between the people of Lucena and Vaena. On the 20th of October, 1520, about thirtyseven

years after the event, an examination of several witnesses to the fact took place before the chief justice of the

fortress of Lucena, at the instance of Bartolomy Hurtado, the son of Martin, when the claim of his father was

established by Dona Leonora Hernandez, lady in attendant on the mother of the alcayde of los Donceles, who

The chief honor of the day, and of course of the defeat and capture of the Moorish monarch, was given by the

sovereign to the count de Cabra; the second to his nephew, Don Diego Fernandez de Cordova.

Among the curious papers cited by Alcantara is one existing in the archives of the House of Medina Celi,

giving the account of the treasurer of Don Diego Fernandez as to the sums expended by his lord in the

capture of the king, the reward given to some soldiers for a standard of the king's which they had taken, to

Another paper speaks of an auction at Lucena on the 28th of April of horses and mules taken in the battle.

Another paper states the gratuities of the alcayde of los Donceles to the soldieryfour fanegas, or about four

hundredweight, of wheat and a lance to each horseman, two fanegas of wheat and a lance to each

The sentinels looked out from the watchtowers of Loxa along the valley of the Xenil, which passes through

the mountains of Algaringo. They looked to behold the king returning in triumph at the head of his shining

host, laden with the spoil of the unbeliever. They looked to behold the standard of their warlike idol, the

fierce Ali Atar, borne by the chivalry of Loxa, ever foremost in the wars of the border.

In the evening of the 21st of April they descried a single horseman urging his faltering steed along the banks

of the Xenil. As he drew near they perceived, by the flash of arms, that he was a warrior, and on nearer

approach by the richness of his armor and the caparison of his steed they knew him to be a warrior of rank.

He reached Loxa faint and aghast, his courser covered with foam and dust and blood, panting and staggering

with fatigue and gashed with wounds. Having brought his master in safety, he sank down and died before the

gate of the city. The soldiers at the gate gathered round the cavalier as he stood by his expiring steed: they

knew him to be Cidi Caleb, nephew of the chief alfaqui of the mosque in the Albaycin, and their hearts were

He cast his hand mournfully toward the land of the Christians. "There they lie!" exclaimed he. "The heavens

Upon this there was a great cry of consternation among the people, and loud wailings of women, for the

An old Moorish soldier, scarred in many a border battle, stood leaning on his lance by the gateway. "Where is

"I saw his helm cleft by the Christian sword; his body is floating in the Xenil."

When the soldier heard these words he smote his breast and threw dust upon his head, for he was an old

Cidi Caleb gave himself no repose, but, mounting another steed, hastened toward Granada. As he passed

through the villages and hamlets he spread sorrow around, for their chosen men had followed the king to the

When he entered the gates of Granada and announced the loss of the king and army, a voice of horror went

throughout the city. Every one thought but of his own share in the general calamity, and crowded round the

bearer of ill tidings. One asked after a father, another after a brother, some after a lover, and many a mother

after her son. His replies all spoke of wounds and death. To one he replied, "I saw thy father pierced with a

lance as he defended the person of the king;" to another, "Thy brother fell wounded under the hoofs of the

horses, but there was no time to aid him, for the Christian cavalry were upon us;" to another, "I saw the horse

of thy lover covered with blood and galloping without his rider;" to another, "Thy son fought by my side on

the banks of the Xenil: we were surrounded by the enemy and driven into the stream. I heard him cry upon

Allah in the midst of the waters: when I reached the other bank he was no longer by my side."

Cidi Caleb passed on, leaving all Granada in lamentation: he urged his steed up the steep avenue of trees and

fountains that leads to the Alhambra, nor stopped until he arrived before the Gate of Justice. Ayxa, the mother

of Boabdil, and Morayma, his beloved and tender wife, had daily watched from the Tower of Comares to

behold his triumphant return. Who shall describe their affliction when they heard the tidings of Cidi Caleb?

The sultana Ayxa spake not much, but sat as one entranced. Every now and then a deep sigh burst forth, but

she raised her eyes to heaven. "It is the will of Allah!" said she, and with these words endeavored to repress

the agonies of a mother's sorrow. The tender Morayma threw herself on the earth and gave way to the full

turbulence of her feelings, bewailing her husband and her father. The highminded Ayxa rebuked the

violence of her grief. "Moderate these transports, my daughter," said she; "remember magnanimity should be

the attribute of princes: it becomes not them to give way to clamorous sorrow, like common and vulgar

minds." But Morayma could only deplore her loss with the anguish of a tender woman. She shut herself up in

her mirador, and gazed all day with streaming eyes upon the Vega. Every object recalled the causes of her

affliction. The river Xenil, which ran shining amidst groves and gardens, was the same on whose banks had

perished her father, Ali Atar; before her lay the road to Loxa, by which Boabdil had departed, in martial state,

surrounded by the chivalry of Granada. Ever and anon she would burst into an agony of grief. "Alas! my

father!" she would exclaim; "the river runs smiling before me that covers thy mangled remains; who will

gather them to an honored tomb in the land of the unbeliever? And thou, O Boabdil, light of my eyes! joy of

my heart! life of my life! woe the day and woe the hour that I saw thee depart from these walls! The road by

which thou hast departed is solitary; never will it be gladdened by thy return: the mountain thou hast

The royal minstrels were summoned to assuage her sorrows: they attuned their instruments to cheerful

strains, but in a little while the anguish of their hearts prevailed and turned their songs to lamentations.

"Beautiful Granada!" exclaimed they, "how is thy glory faded! The flower of thy chivalry lies low in the land

of the stranger; no longer does the Vivarrambla echo to the tramp of steed and sound of trumpet; no longer is

it crowded with thy youthful nobles gloriously arrayed for the tilt and tourney. Beautiful Granada! the soft

note of the lute no longer floats through thy moonlit streets; the serenade is no more heard beneath thy

balconies; the lively castanet is silent upon thy hills; the graceful dance of the Zambra is no more seen

beneath thy bowers! Beautiful Granada! why is the Alhambra so lorn and desolate? The orange and myrtle

still breathe their perfumes into its silken chambers; the nightingale still sings within its groves; its marble

halls are still refreshed with the plash of fountains and the gush of limpid rills. Alas! alas! the countenance of

the king no longer shines within those halls! The light of the Alhambra is set for ever!"

Thus all Granada, say the Arabian chroniclers, gave itself up to lamentation; there was nothing but the voice

of wailing from the palace to the cottage. All joined to deplore their youthful monarch, cut down in the

freshness and promise of his youth; many feared that the prediction of the astrologers was about to be

fulfilled, and that the downfall of the kingdom would follow the death of Boabdil; while all declared that had

he survived he was the very sovereign calculated to restore the realm to its ancient prosperity and glory.

An unfortunate death atones, with the world, for a multitude of errors. While the populace thought their

youthful monarch had perished in the field nothing could exceed their grief for his loss and their adoration of

his memory; when, however, they learnt that he was still alive and had surrendered himself captive to the

Christians, their feelings underwent an instant change. They decried his talents as a commander, his courage

as a soldier; they railed at his expedition as rash and illconducted; and they reviled him for not having dared

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The alfaquis, as usual, mingled with the populace and artfully guided their discontents. "Behold," exclaimed

they, "the prediction is accomplished which was pronounced at the birth of Boabdil! He has been seated on

the throne, and the kingdom has suffered downfall and disgrace by his defeat and captivity. Comfort

yourselves, O Moslems! The evil day has passed by; the prophecy is fulfilled: the sceptre which has been

broken in the feeble hand of Boabdil is destined to resume its former sway in the vigorous grasp of Abul

The people were struck with the wisdom of these words: they rejoiced that the baleful prediction which had

so long hung over them was at an end, and declared that none but Muley Abul Hassan had the valor and

The longer the captivity of Boabdil continued, the greater grew the popularity of his father. One city after

another renewed allegiance to him, for power attracts power and fortune creates fortune. At length he was

enabled to return to Granada and establish himself once more in the Alhambra. At his approach his

repudiated spouse, the sultana Ayxa, gathered together the family and treasures of her captive son, and

retired, with a handful of the nobles, into the Albaycin, the rival quarter of the city, the inhabitants of which

still retained feelings of loyalty to Boabdil. Here she fortified herself and held the semblance of a court in the

name of her son. The fierce Muley Abul Hassan would have willingly carried fire and sword into this factious

quarter of the capital, but he dared not confide in his new and uncertain popularity. Many of the nobles

detested him for his past cruelty, and a large portion of the soldiery, besides many of the people of his own

party, respected the virtues of Ayxa la Horra and pitied the misfortunes of Boabdil.

Granada therefore presented the singular spectacle of two sovereignties within the same city. The old king

fortified himself in the lofty towers of the Alhambra, as much against his own subjects as against the

Christians; while Ayxa, with the zeal of a mother's affection, which waxes warmer and warmer toward her

offspring when in adversity, still maintained the standard of Boabdil on the rival fortress of the Alcazaba, and

The unfortunate Boabdil remained a prisoner closely guarded, but treated with great deference and respect, in

the castle of Lucena, where the noblest apartments were appointed for his abode. From the towers of his

prison he beheld the town below filled with armed men, and the lofty hill on which it was built girdled by

massive walls and ramparts, on which a vigilant watch was maintained night and day. The mountains around

were studded with watchtowers overlooking the lonely roads which led to Granada, so that a turban could

not stir over the border without the alarm being given and the whole country put on the alert. Boabdil saw

that there was no hope of escape from such a fortress, and that any attempt to rescue him would be equally in

vain. His heart was filled with anxiety as he thought on the confusion and ruin which his captivity must cause

in his affairs, while sorrows of a softer kind overcame his fortitude as he thought on the evils it might bring

A few days only had passed away when missives arrived from the Castilian sovereigns. Ferdinand had been

transported with joy at hearing of the capture of the Moorish monarch, seeing the deep and politic uses that

might be made of such an event; but the magnanimous spirit of Isabella was filled with compassion for the

unfortunate captive. Their messages to Boabdil were full of sympathy and consolation, breathing that high

This magnanimity in his foe cheered the dejected spirit of the captive monarch. "Tell my sovereigns, the king

and queen," said he to the messenger, "that I cannot he unhappy being in the power of such high and mighty

princes, especially since they partake so largely of that grace and goodness which Allah bestows upon the

monarchs whom he greatly loves. Tell them, further, that I had long thought of submitting myself to their

sway, to receive the kingdom of Granada from their hands in the same manner that my ancestor received it

from King John II., father to the gracious queen. My greatest sorrow, in this my captivity, is that I must

In the mean time, Muley Abul Hassan, finding the faction of his son still formidable in Granada, was anxious

to consolidate his power by gaining possession of the person of Boabdil. For this purpose he sent an embassy

to the Catholic monarchs, offering large terms for the ransom, or rather the purchase, of his son, proposing,

among other conditions, to release the count of Cifuentes and nine other of his most distinguished captives,

and to enter into a treaty of confederacy with the sovereigns. Neither did the implacable father make any

scruple of testifying his indifference whether his son were delivered up alive or dead, so that his person were

The humane heart of Isabella revolted at the idea of giving up the unfortunate prince into the hands of his

most unnatural and inveterate enemy: a disdainful refusal was therefore returned to the old monarch, whose

message had been couched in a vaunting spirit. He was informed that the Castilian sovereigns would listen to

no proposals of peace from Muley Abul Hassan until he should lay down his arms and offer them in all

Overtures in a different spirit were made by the mother of Boabdil, the sultana Ayxa la Horra, with the

concurrence of the party which still remained faithful to him. It was thereby proposed that Mahomet

Abdallah, otherwise called Boabdil, should hold his crown as vassal to the Castilian sovereigns, paying an

annual tribute and releasing seventy Christian captives annually for five years; that he should, moreover, pay

a large sum upon the spot for his ransom, and at the same time give freedom to four hundred Christians to be

chosen by the king; that he should also engage to be always ready to render military aid, and should come to

the Cortes, or assemblage of nobles and distinguished vassals of the Crown, whenever summoned. His only

son and the sons of twelve distinguished Moorish houses were to be delivered as hostages.

An embassy composed of the alcayde Aben Comixa, Muley, the royal standardbearer, and other

distinguished cavaliers bore this proposition to the Spanish court at Cordova, where they were received by

King Ferdinand. Queen Isabella was absent at the time. He was anxious to consult her in so momentous an

affair, or, rather, he was fearful of proceeding too precipitately, and not drawing from this fortunate event all

the advantage of which it was susceptible. Without returning any reply, therefore, to the mission, he ordered

The alcayde of the Donceles was the bearer of this mandate, and summoned all the hidalgos of Lucena and of

his own estates to form an honorable escort for the illustrious prisoner. In this style he conducted him to the

capital. The cavaliers and authorities of Cordova came forth to receive the captive king with all due

ceremony, and especial care was taken to prevent any taunt or insult from the multitude, or anything that

might remind him of his humiliation. In this way he entered the once proud capital of the Abda'rahmans, and

was lodged in the house of the king's major domo. Ferdinand, however, declined seeing the Moorish

monarch. He was still undetermined what course to pursuewhether to retain him prisoner, set him at liberty

on ransom, or treat him with politic magnanimity; and each course would require a different kind of

reception. Until this point should be resolved, therefore, he gave him in charge to Martin de Alarcon, alcayde

of the ancient fortress of Porcuna, with orders to guard him strictly, but to treat him with the distinction and

deference due unto a prince. These commands were strictly obeyed: he was escorted, as before, in royal state,

to the fortress which was to form his prison, and, with the exception of being restrained in his liberty, was as

In the mean time, Ferdinand availed himself of this critical moment, while Granada was distracted with

factions and dissensions, and before he had concluded any treaty with Boabdil, to make a puissant and

ostentatious inroad into the very heart of the kingdom at the head of his most illustrious nobles. He sacked

and destroyed several towns and castles, and extended his ravages to the very gates of Granada. Muley Abul

Hassan did not venture to oppose him. His city was filled with troops, but he was uncertain of their affection.

He dreaded that should he sally forth the gates of Granada might be closed against him by the faction of the

The old Moor stood on the lofty tower of the Alhambra (says Antonio Agapida) grinding his teeth and

foaming like a tiger shut up in his cage as he beheld the glittering battalions of the Christians wheeling about

the Vega, and the standard of the cross shining forth from among the smoke of infidel villages and hamlets.

The most Catholic king (continues Agapida) would gladly have continued this righteous ravage, but his

munitions began to fail. Satisfied, therefore, with having laid waste the country of the enemy and insulted

Muley Abul Hassan in his very capital, he returned to Cordova covered with laurels and his army laden with

spoils, and now bethought himself of coming to an immediate decision in regard to his royal prisoner.

A stately convention was held by King Ferdinand in the ancient city of Cordova, composed of several of the

most reverend prelates and renowned cavaliers of the kingdom, to determine upon the fate of the unfortunate

Don Alonso de Cardenas, the worthy master of Santiago, was one of the first who gave his counsel. He was a

pious and zealous knight, rigid in his devotion to the faith, and his holy zeal had been inflamed to peculiar

vehemence since his disastrous crusade among the mountains of Malaga. He inveighed with ardor against any

compromise or compact with the infidels: the object of this war, he observed, was not the subjection of the

Moors, but their utter expulsion from the land, so that there might no longer remain a single stain of

Mahometanism throughout Christian Spain. He gave it as his opinion, therefore, that the captive king ought

Roderigo Ponce de Leon, marques of Cadiz, on the contrary, spoke warmly for the release of Boabdil. He

pronounced it a measure of sound policy, even if done without conditions. It would tend to keep up the civil

war in Granada, which was as a fire consuming the entrails of the enemy, and effecting more for the interests

The grand cardinal of Spain, Don Pedro Gonzalez de Mendoza, coincided in opinion with the marques of

Cadiz. Nay (added that pious prelate and politic statesman), it would be sound wisdom to furnish the Moor

with men and money and all other necessaries to promote the civil war in Granada: by this means would be

produced great benefit to the service of God, since we are assured by his infallible word that "a kingdom

Ferdinand weighed these counsels in his mind, but was slow in coming to a decision: he was religiously

attentive to his own interests (observes Fray Antonio Agapida), knowing himself to be but an instrument of

Providence in this holy war, and that, therefore, in consulting his own advantage he was promoting the

interests of the faith. The opinion of Queen Isabella relieved him from his perplexity. That highminded

princess was zealous for the promotion of the faith, but not for the extermination of the infidels. The Moorish

kings had held their thrones as vassals to her progenitors: she was content at present to accord the same

privilege, and that the royal prisoner should be liberated on condition of becoming a vassal to the Crown. By

this means might be effected the deliverance of many Christian captives who were languishing in Moorish

King Ferdinand adopted the magnanimous measure recommended by the queen, but he accompanied it with

several shrewd conditions, exacting tribute, military services, and safe passages and maintenance for

Christian troops throughout the places which should adhere to Boabdil. The captive king readily submitted to

these stipulations, and swore, after the manner of his faith, to observe them with exactitude. A truce was

arranged for two years, during which the Castilian sovereigns engaged to maintain him on his throne and to

When Boabdil el Chico had solemnly agreed to this arrangement in the castle of Porcuna, preparations were

made to receive him in Cordova in regal style. Superb steeds richly caparisoned and raiments of brocade and

silk and the most costly cloths, with all other articles of sumptuous array, were furnished to him and to fifty

Moorish cavaliers who had come to treat for his ransom, that he might appear in state befitting the monarch

of Granada and the most distinguished vassal of the Castilian sovereigns. Money also was advanced to

maintain him in suitable grandeur during his residence at the Castilian court and his return to his dominions.

Finally, it was ordered by the sovereigns that when he came to Cordova all the nobles and dignitaries of the

A question now arose among certain of those ancient and experienced men who grow gray about a court in

the profound study of forms and ceremonials, with whom a point of punctilio is as a vast political right, and

who contract a sublime and awful idea of the external dignity of the throne. Certain of these court sages

propounded the momentous question whether the Moorish monarch, coming to do homage as a vassal, ought

not to kneel and kiss the hand of the king. This was immediately decided in the affirmative by a large number

of ancient cavaliers, accustomed (says Antonio Agapida) to the lofty punctilio of our most dignified court and

transcendent sovereigns. The king, therefore, was informed by those who arranged the ceremonials that when

the Moorish monarch appeared in his presence he was expected to extend his royal hand to receive the kiss of

"I should certainly do so," replied King Ferdinand, "were he at liberty and in his own kingdom, but I certainly

The courtiers loudly applauded the magnanimity of this reply, though many condemned it in secret as

savoring of too much generosity toward an infidel; and the worthy Jesuit, Fray Antonio Agapida, fully

The Moorish king entered Cordova with his little train of faithful knights and escorted by all the nobility and

chivalry of the Castilian court. He was conducted with great state and ceremony to the royal palace. When he

came in presence of Ferdinand he knelt and offered to kiss his hand, not merely in homage as his subject, but

in gratitude for his liberty. Ferdinand declined the token of vassalage, and raised him graciously from the

earth. An interpreter began, in the name of Boabdil, to laud the magnanimity of the Castilian monarch and to

promise the most implicit submision. "Enough!" said King Ferdinand, interrupting the interpreter in the midst

of his harangue: "there is no need of these compliments. I trust in his integrity that he will do everything

becoming a good man and a good king." With these words he received Boabdil el Chico into his royal

In the month of August a noble Moor, of the race of the Abencerrages, arrived with a splendid retinue at the

city of Cordova, bringing with him the son of Boabdil el Chico and other of the noble youth of Granada as

hostages for the fulfilment of the terms of ransom. When the Moorish king beheld his son, his only child,

who was to remain in his stead a sort of captive in a hostile land, he folded him in his arms and wept over

him. "Woe the day that I was born!" exclaimed he, "and evil the stars that presided at my birth! Well was I

called El Zogoybi, or the Unlucky, for sorrow is heaped upon me by my father, and sorrow do I transmit to

my son!" The afflicted heart of Boabdil, however, was soothed by the kindness of the Christian sovereigns,

who received the hostage prince with a tenderness suited to his age and a distinction worthy of his rank. They

delivered him in charge to the worthy alcayde Martin de Alarcon, who had treated his father with such

courtesy during his confinement in the castle of Porcuna, giving orders that after the departure of the latter his

son should be entertained with great honor and princely attention in the same fortress.

On the 2d of September a guard of honor assembled at the gate of the mansion of Boabdil to escort him to the

frontiers of his kingdom. He pressed his child to his heart at parting, but he uttered not a word, for there were

many Christian eyes to behold his emotion. He mounted his steed, and never turned his head to look again

upon the youth, but those who were near him observed the vehement struggle that shook his frame, wherein

the anguish of the father had wellnigh subdued the studied equanimity of the king.

Boabdil el Chico and King Ferdinand sallied forth side by side from Cordova, amidst the acclamations of a

prodigious multitude. When they were a short distance from the city they separated, with many gracious

expressions on the part of the Castilian monarch, and many thankful acknowledgments from his late captive,

whose heart had been humbled by adversity. Ferdinand departed for Guadalupe, and Boabdil for Granada.

The latter was accompanied by a guard of honor, and the viceroys of Andalusia and the generals on the

frontier were ordered to furnish him with escorts and to show him all possible honor on his journey. In this

way he was conducted in royal state through the country he had entered to ravage, and was placed in safety in

He was met on the frontier by the principal nobles and cavaliers of his court, who had been secretly sent by

his mother, the sultana Ayxa, to escort him to the capital. The heart of Boabdil was lifted up for a moment

when he found himself on his own territories, surrounded by Moslem knights, with his own banners waving

over his head, and he began to doubt the predictions of the astrologers: he soon found cause, however, to

moderate his exultation. The royal train which had come to welcome him was but scanty in number, and he

missed many of his most zealous and obsequious courtiers. He had returned, indeed, to his kingdom, but it

was no longer the devoted kingdom he had left. The story of his vassalage to the Christian sovereigns had

been made use of by his father to ruin him with the people. He had been represented as a traitor to his

country, a renegado to his faith, and as leagued with the enemies of both to subdue the Moslems of Spain to

the yoke of Christian bondage. In this way the mind of the public had been turned from him; the greater part

of the nobility had thronged round the throne of his father in the Alhambra; and his mother, the resolute

sultana Ayxa, with difficulty maintained her faction in the opposite towers of the Alcazaba.

Such was the melancholy picture of affairs given to Boabdil by the courtiers who had come forth to meet

him. They even informed him that it would be an enterprise of difficulty and danger to make his way back to

the capital and regain the little court which still remained faithful to him in the heart of the city. The old tiger,

Muley Abul Hassan, lay couched within the Alhambra, and the walls and gates of the city were strongly

guarded by his troops. Boabdil shook his head at these tidings. He called to mind the ill omen of his breaking

his lance against the gate of Elvira when issuing forth so vaingloriously with his army, which he now saw

clearly had foreboded the destruction of that army on which he had so confidently relied. "Henceforth," said

Boabdil approached his capital by stealth and in the night, prowling about its walls like an enemy seeking to

destroy rather than a monarch returning to his throne. At length he seized upon a posterngate of the

Albaycin, that part of the city which had always been in his favor; he passed rapidly through the streets

before the populace were aroused from their sleep, and reached in safety the fortress of the Alcazaba. Here he

was received into the embraces of his intrepid mother and his favorite wife Morayma. The transports of the

latter on the safe return of her husband were mingled with tears, for she thought of her father, Ali Atar, who

had fallen in his cause, and of her only son, who was left a hostage in the hand of the Christians.

The heart of Boabdil, softened by his misfortunes, was moved by the changes in everything round him; but

his mother called up his spirit. "This," said she, "is no time for tears and fondness. A king must think of his

sceptre and his throne, and not yield to softness like common men. Thou hast done well, my son, in throwing

thyself resolutely into Granada: it must depend upon thyself whether thou remain here a king or a captive."

The old king, Muley Abul Hassan, had retired to his couch that night in one of the strongest towers of the

Alhambra, but his restless anxiety kept him from repose. In the first watch of the night he heard a shout

faintly rising from the quarter of the Albaycin, which is on the opposite side of the deep valley of the Darro.

Shortly afterward horsemen came galloping up the hill that leads to the main gate of the Alhambra, spreading

the alarm that Boabdil had entered the city and possessed himself of the Alcazaba.

In the first transports of his rage the old king would have struck the messenger to earth. He hastily summoned

his counsellors and commanders, exhorting them to stand by him in this critical moment, and during the night

In the mean time the sultana Ayxa had taken prompt and vigorous measures to strengthen her party. The

Albaycin was the part of the city filled by the lower orders. The return of Boabdil was proclaimed throughout

the streets, and large sums of money were distributed among the populace. The nobles assembled in the

Alcazaba were promised honors and rewards by Boabdil as soon as he should be firmly seated on the throne.

These welltimed measures had the customary effect, and by daybreak all the motley populace of the

A doleful day succeeded. All Granada was a scene of tumult and horror. Drums and trumpets resounded in

every part; all business was interrupted; the shops were shut, the doors barricadoed. Armed bands paraded the

streets, some shouting for Boabdil, and some for Muley Abul Hassan. When they encountered each other they

fought furiously and without mercy; every public square became a scene of battle. The great mass of the

lower orders was in favor of Boabdil, but it was a multitude without discipline or lofty spirit: part of the

people were regularly armed, but the greater number had sallied forth with the implements of their trade. The

troops of the old king, among whom were many cavaliers of pride and valor, soon drove the populace from

the squares. They fortified themselves, however, in the streets and lanes, which they barricadoed. They made

fortresses of their houses, and fought desperately from the windows and the roofs, and many a warrior of the

highest blood of Granada was laid low by plebeian hands and plebeian weapons in this civic brawl.*

It was impossible that such violent convulsions should last long in the heart of the city. The people soon

longed for repose and a return to their peaceful occupations, and the cavaliers detested these conflicts with

the multitude, in which were all the horrors of war without its laurels. By the interference of the alfaquis an

armistice was at length effected. Boabdil was persuaded that there was no dependence upon the inconstant

favor of the multitude, and was prevailed upon to quit a capital where he could only maintain a precarious

seat upon his throne by a perpetual and bloody struggle. He fixed his court at the city of Almeria, which was

entirely devoted to him, and which at that time vied with Granada in splendor and importance. This

compromise of grandeur for tranquillity, however, was sorely against the counsels of his proudspirited

mother, the sultana Ayxa. Granada appeared, in her eyes, the only legitimate seat of dominion, and she

observed, with a smile of disdain, that he was not worthy of being called a monarch who was not master of

Though Muley Abul Hassan had regained undivided sway over the city of Granada, and the alfaquis, by his

command, had denounced his son Boabdil as an apostate doomed by Heaven to misfortune, still the latter had

many adherents among the common people. Whenever, therefore, any act of the old monarch was displeasing

to the turbulent multitude, they were prone to give him a hint of the slippery nature of his standing by

shouting out the name of Boabdil el Chico. Long experience had instructed Muley Abul Hassan in the

character of the inconstant people over whom he ruled. "A successful inroad into the country of the

unbelievers," said he, "will make more converts to my cause than a thousand texts of the Koran expounded

At this time King Ferdinand was absent from Andalusia on a distant expedition with many of his troops. The

moment was favorable for a foray, and Muley Abul Hassan cast about his thoughts for a leader to conduct it.

Ali Atar, the terror of the border, the scourge of Andalusia, was dead, but there was another veteran general,

scarce inferior to him for predatory warfare. This was old Bexir, the gray and crafty alcayde of Malaga, and

the people under his command were ripe for an expedition of the kind. The signal defeat and slaughter of the

Spanish knights in the neighboring mountains had filled the people of Malaga with vanity and selfconceit.

They had attributed to their own valor the defeat caused by the nature of the country. Many of them wore the

armor and paraded in public with the horses of the unfortunate cavaliers slain on that occasion, vauntingly

displaying them as trophies of their boasted victory. They had talked themselves into a contempt for the

chivalry of Andalusia, and were impatient for an opportunity to overrun a country defended by such troops.

This Muley Abul Hassan considered a favorable state of mind for a daring inroad, and sent orders to old

Bexir to gather together the choicest warriors of the borders and carry fire and sword into the very heart of

Andalusia. Bexir immediately despatched his emissaries among the alcaydes of the border towns, calling

Ronda was the most virulent nest of Moorish depredators in the whole border country. It was situated in the

midst of the wild Serrania, or chain of mountains of the same name, which are uncommonly lofty, broken,

and precipitous. It stood on an almost isolated rock, nearly encircled by a deep valley, or rather chasm,

through which ran the beautiful river called Rio Verde. The Moors of this city were the most active, robust,

and warlike of all the mountaineers, and their very children discharged the crossbow with unerring aim. They

were incessantly harassing the rich plains of Andalusia; their city abounded with Christian captives, who

might sigh in vain for deliverance from this impregnable fortress. Such was Ronda in the time of the Moors,

and it has ever retained something of the same character, even to the present day. Its inhabitants continue to

be among the boldest, fiercest, and most adventurous of the Andalusian mountaineers, and the Serrania de

Ronda is famous as the most dangerous resort of the bandit and the contrabandista.

Hamet Zeli, surnamed El Zegri, was the commander of this belligerent city and its fierce inhabitants. He was

of the tribe of the Zegries, and one of the most proud and daring of that warlike race. Besides the inhabitants

of Ronda and some of his own tribe, he had a legion of African Moors in his immediate service. They were of

the tribe of the Gomeres, so called from their native mountainsmercenary troops whose hot African blood

had not yet been tempered by the softer living of Spain, and whose whole business was to fight. These he

kept always well armed and well appointed. The rich pasturage of the valley of Ronda produced a breed of

horses famous for strength and speed; no cavalry, therefore, was better mounted than the band of Gomeres.

Rapid on the march, fierce in the attack, it would sweep down upon the Andalusian plains like a sudden blast

from the mountains, and pass away as suddenly before there was time for pursuit.

There was nothing that stirred up the spirit of the Moors of the frontiers more thoroughly than the idea of a

foray. The summons of Bexir was gladly obeyed by the alcaydes of the border towns, and in a little while

there was a force of fifteen hundred horse and four thousand foot, the very pith and marrow of the

surrounding country, assembled within the walls of Ronda. The people of the place anticipated with

eagerness the rich spoils of Andalusia soon to crowd their gates; throughout the day the city resounded with

the noise of kettledrum and trumpet; the highmettled steeds stamped and neighed in their stalls as if they

shared the impatience for the foray; while the Christian captives sighed as the varied din of preparation

reached their rocky dungeons, denoting a fresh expedition against their countrymen.

The infidel host sallied forth full of spirits, anticipating an easy ravage and abundant booty. They encouraged

each other in a contempt for the prowess of the foe. Many of the warriors of Malaga and of some of the

mountaintowns had insultingly arrayed themselves in the splendid armor of the Christian knights slain or

taken prisoners in the famous massacre, and some of them rode the Andalusian steeds captured on that

The wary Bexir concerted his plans so secretly and expeditiously that the Christian towns of Andalusia had

not the least suspicion of the storm gathering beyond the mountains. The vast rocky range of the Serrania de

The army made its way as rapidly as the rugged nature of the mountains would permit, guided by Hamet el

Zegri, the bold alcayde of Ronda, who knew every pass and defile: not a drum nor the clash of a cymbal nor

the blast of a trumpet was permitted to be heard. The mass of war rolled quietly on as the gathering cloud to

the brow of the mountains, intending to burst down like the thunderbolt upon the plain.

Never let the most wary commander fancy himself secure from discovery, for rocks have eyes, and trees have

ears, and the birds of the air have tongues, to betray the most secret enterprise. There chanced at this time to

be six Christian scouts prowling about the savage heights of the Serrania de Ronda. They were of that kind of

lawless ruffians who infest the borders of belligerent countries, ready at any time to fight for pay or prowl for

plunder. The wild mountainpasses of Spain have ever abounded with loose rambling vagabonds of the

These six marauders (says Fray Antonio Agapida) were on this occasion chosen instruments, sanctified by

the righteousness of their cause. They were lurking among the mountains to entrap Moorish cattle or Moorish

prisoners, both of which were equally salable in the Christian market. They had ascended one of the loftiest

cliffs, and were looking out like birds of prey, ready to pounce upon anything that might offer in the valley,

when they descried the Moorish army emerging from a mountainglen. They watched it as it wound below

them, remarking the standards of the various towns and the pennons of the commanders. They hovered about

it on its march, skulking from cliff to cliff, until they saw the route by which it intended to enter the Christian

country. They then dispersed, each making his way by the secret passes of the mountains to some different

alcayde, that they might spread the alarm far and wide, and each get a separate reward.

One hastened to Luis Fernandez Puerto Carrero, the same valiant alcayde who had repulsed Muley Abul

Hassan from the walls of Alhama, and who now commanded at Ecija in the absence of the master of

Santiago. Others roused the town of Utrera and the places of that neighborhood, putting them all on the

Puerto Carrero was a cavalier of consummate vigor and activity. He immediately sent couriers to the alcaydes

of the neighboring fortresses, to Herman Carrello, captain of a body of the Holy Brotherhood, and to certain

knights of the order of Alcantara. Puerto Carrero was the first to take the field. Knowing the hard and hungry

service of these border scampers, he made every man take a hearty repast and see that his horse was well

shod and perfectly appointed. Then, all being refreshed and in valiant heart, he sallied forth to seek the

Moors. He had but a handful of men, the retainers of his household and troops of his captaincy, but they were

well armed and mounted, and accustomed to the sudden rouses of the bordermen whom the cry of "Arm

and out! to horse and to the field!" was sufficient at any time to put in a fever of animation.

While the northern part of Andalusia was thus on the alert, one of the scouts had hastened southward to the

city of Xeres, and given the alarm to the valiant marques of Cadiz. When the marques heard that the Moor

was over the border and that the standard of Malaga was in the advance, his heart bounded with a momentary

joy, for he remembered the massacre in the mountains, where his valiant brothers had been mangled before

his eyes. The very authors of his calamity were now at hand, and he flattered himself that the day of

vengeance had arrived. He made a hasty levy of his retainers and of the fighting men of Xeres, and hurried

off with three hundred horse and two hundred foot, all resolute men and panting for revenge.

In the mean time, the veteran Bexir had accomplished his march, as he imagined, undiscovered. From the

openings of the craggy defiles he pointed out the fertile plains of Andalusia, and regaled the eyes of his

soldiery with the rich country they were about to ravage. The fierce Gomeres of Ronda were flushed with joy

at the sight, and even their steeds seemed to prick up their ears and snuff the breeze as they beheld the scenes

When they came to where the mountaindefile opened into the low land, Bexir divided his force into three

parts: one, composed of footsoldiers and such as were weakly mounted, he left to guard the pass, being too

experienced a veteran not to know the importance of securing a retreat; a second body he placed in ambush

among the groves and thickets on the banks of the river Lopera; the third, consisting of light cavalry, he sent

forth to ravage the Campina (or great plain) of Utrera. Most of this latter force was composed of the Gomeres

of Ronda, mounted on the fleet steeds bred among the mountains. It was led by Hamet el Zegri, ever eager to

be foremost in the forage. Little suspecting that the country on both sides was on the alarm, and rushing from

all directions to close upon them in the rear, this fiery troop dashed forward until they came within two

leagues of Utrera. Here they scattered themselves about the plain, careering round the great herds of cattle

and flocks of sheep, and sweeping them into droves to be hurried to the mountains.

While thus dispersed a troop of horse and body of foot from Utrera came suddenly upon them. The Moors

rallied together in small parties and endeavored to defend themselves; but they were without a leader, for

Hamet el Zegri was at a distance, having, like a hawk, made a wide circuit in pursuit of prey. The marauders

soon gave way and fled toward the ambush on the banks of the Lopera, being hotly pursued by the men of

When they reached the Lopera the Moors in ambush rushed forth with furious cries, and the fugitives,

recovering courage from this reinforcement, rallied and turned upon their pursuers. The Christians stood their

ground, though greatly inferior in number. Their lances were soon broken, and they came to sharp work with

sword and scimetar. The Christians fought valiantly, but were in danger of being overwhelmed. The bold

Hamet collected a handful of his scattered Gomeres, left his prey, and galloped toward the scene of action.

His little troop of horsemen had reached the crest of a rising ground at no great distance when trumpets were

heard in another direction, and Luis Fernandez Puerto Carrero and his followers came galloping into the field,

The Moors were astounded at finding war thus breaking upon them from various quarters of what they had

expected to find an unguarded country. They fought for a short time with desperation, and resisted a

vehement assault from the knights of Alcantara and the menatarms of the Holy Brotherhood. At length the

veteran Bexir was struck from his horse by Puerto Carrero and taken prisoner, and the whole force gave way

and fled. In their flight they separated and took two roads to the mountains, thinking by dividing their forces

to distract the enemy. The Christians were too few to separate. Puerto Carrero kept them together, pursuing

one division of the enemy with great slaughter. This battle took place at the fountain of the fig tree, near to

the Lopera. Six hundred Moorish cavaliers were slain and many taken prisoners. Much spoil was collected on

The larger body of the enemy had retreated along a road leading more to the south, by the banks of the

Guadalete. When they reached that river the sound of pursuit had died away, and they rallied to breathe and

refresh themselves on the margin of the stream. Their force was reduced to about a thousand horse and a

confused multitude of foot. While they were scattered and partly dismounted on the banks of the Guadalete a

fresh storm of war burst upon them from an opposite direction. It was the[4]marques of Cadiz, leading on his

household troops and the fighting men of Xeres. When the Christian warriors came in sight of the Moors,

they were roused to fury at beholding many of them arrayed in the armor of the cavaliers who had been slain

among the mountains of Malaga. Nay, some who had been in that defeat beheld their own armor, which they

had cast away in their flight to enable themselves to climb the mountains. Exasperated at the sight they

rushed upon the foe with the ferocity of tigers rather than the temperate courage of cavaliers. Each man felt as

if he were avenging the death of a relative or wiping out his own disgrace. The good marques himself beheld

a powerful Moor bestriding the horse of his brother Beltran: giving a cry of rage and anguish at the sight, he

rushed through the thickest of the enemy, attacked the Moor with resistless fury, and after a short combat

The Moors, already vanquished in spirit, could not withstand the assault of men thus madly excited. They

soon gave way, and fled for the defile of the Serrania de Ronda, where the body of troops had been stationed

to secure a retreat. These, seeing them come galloping wildly up the defile, with Christian banners in pursuit

and the flash of weapons at their deadly work, thought all Andalusia was upon them, and fled without

awaiting an attack. The pursuit continued among glens and defiles, for the Christian warriors, eager for

When the pursuit was over the marques of Cadiz and his followers reposed themselves upon the banks of the

Guadalete, where they divided the spoil. Among this were found many rich corselets, helmets, and weapons,

the Moorish trophies of the defeat in the mountains of Malaga. Several were claimed by their owners; others

were known to have belonged to noble cavaliers who had been slain or taken prisoners. There were several

horses also, richly caparisoned, which had pranced proudly with the unfortunate warriors as they sallied out

of Antiquera upon that fatal expedition. Thus the exultation of the victors was dashed with melancholy, and

many a knight was seen lamenting over the helmet or corselet of some loved companioninarms.

NOTE."En el despojo de la Batalla se vieron muchas ricas corazas e capacetes, e barberas de las que se

habian perdido en el Axarquia, e otras muchas armas, e algunes fueron conocidas de sus duenos que las

habian dejado por fuir, e otras fueron conocidas, que eran mui senaladas de hombres principales que habian

quedado muertos e cautivos, i fueron tornados muchos de los mismos Caballos con sus ricas sillas, de los que

quedaron en la Axerquia, e fueron concidos cuios eran.""Cura de los Palacios," cap. 67.

The bold alcayde of Ronda, Hamet el Zegri, had careered wide over the Campina of Utrera, encompassing

the flocks and herds, when he heard the burst of war at a distance. There were with him but a handful of his

Gomeres. He saw the scamper and pursuit afar off, and beheld the Christian horsemen spurring madly toward

the ambuscade on the banks of the Lopera. Hamet tossed his hand triumphantly aloft for his men to follow

him. "The Christian dogs are ours!" said he as he put spurs to his horse to take the enemy in rear.

The little band which followed Hamet scarcely amounted to thirty horsemen. They spurred across the plain,

and reached a rising ground just as the force of Puerto Carrero had charged, with sound of trumpet, upon the

flank of the party in ambush. Hamet beheld the headlong rout of the army with rage and consternation. He

found the country was pouring forth its legions from every quarter, and perceived that there was no safety but

But which way to fly? An army was between him and the mountain pass; all the forces of the neighborhood

were rushing to the borders; the whole route by which he had come was by this time occupied by the foe. He

checked his steed, rose in the stirrups, and rolled a stern and thoughtful eye over the country; then, sinking

into his saddle, he seemed to commune a moment with himself. Turning quickly to his troop, he singled out a

renegado Christian, a traitor to his religion and his king. "Come hither," said Hamet. "Thou knowest all the

secret passes of the country?""I do," replied the renegado. "Dost thou know any circuitous route,

solitary and untravelled, by which we can pass wide within these troops and reach the Serrania?" The

renegado paused: "Such a route I know, but it is full of peril, for it leads through the heart of the Christian

land.""'Tis well," said Hamet; "the more dangerous in appearance, the less it will be suspected. Now

hearken to me. Ride by my side. Thou seest this purse of gold and this scimetar. Take us, by the route thou

hast mentioned, safe to the pass of the Serrania, and this purse shall be thy reward; betray us, and this

The renegado obeyed, trembling. They turned off from the direct road to the mountains and struck southward

toward Lebrixa, passing by the most solitary roads and along those deep ramblas and ravines by which the

country is intersected. It was indeed a daring course. Every now and then they heard the distant sound of

trumpets and the alarmbells of towns and villages, and found that the war was still hurrying to the borders.

They hid themselves in thickets and in dry beds of rivers until the danger had passed by, and then resumed

their course. Hamet el Zegri rode on in silence, his hand upon his scimetar and his eye upon the renegado

guide, prepared to sacrifice him on the least sign of treachery, while his band followed, gnawing their lips

When night fell they struck into more practicable roads, always keeping wide of the villages and hamlets, lest

the watchdogs should betray them. In this way they passed in deep midnight by Arcos, crossed the

Guadalete, and effected their retreat to the mountains. The day dawned as they made their way up the savage

defiles. Their comrades had been hunted up these very glens by the enemy. Every now and then they came to

where there had been a partial fight or a slaughter of the fugitives, and the rocks were red with blood and

strewed with mangled bodies. The alcayde of Ronda was almost frantic with rage at seeing many of his

bravest warriors lying stiff and stark, a prey to the hawks and vultures of the mountains. Now and then some

wretched Moor would crawl out of a cave or glen, whither he had fled for refuge, for in the retreat many of

the horsemen had abandoned their steeds, thrown away their armor, and clambered up the cliffs, where they

The Moorish army had sallied forth from Ronda amidst shouts and acclamations, but wailings were heard

within its walls as the alcayde and his broken band returned without banner or trumpet and haggard with

famine and fatigue. The tidings of their disaster had preceded them, borne by the fugitives of the army. No

one ventured to speak to the stern Hamet as he entered the city, for they saw a dark cloud upon his brow.

It seemed (says the pious Antonio Agapida) as if Heaven meted out this defeat in exact retribution for the ills

inflicted upon the Christian warriors in the heights of Malaga. It was equally signal and disastrous. Of the

brilliant array of Moorish chivalry which had descended so confidently into Andalusia, not more than two

hundred escaped. The choicest troops of the frontier were either taken or destroyed, the Moorish garrisons

enfeebled, and many alcaydes and cavaliers of noble lineage carried into captivity, who were afterward

This was called the battle of Lopera, and was fought on the 17th of September, 1483. Ferdinand and Isabella

were at Vittoria in Old Castile when they received news of the victory and the standards taken from the

enemy. They celebrated the event with processions, illuminations, and other festivities. Ferdinand sent to the

marques of Cadiz the royal raiment which he had worn on that day, and conferred on him and all those who

should inherit his title the privilege of wearing royal robes on our Lady's Day in September in

Queen Isabella was equally mindful of the great services of Don Luis Fernandez Puerto Carrero. Besides

many encomiums and favors, she sent to his wife the royal vestments and robe of brocade which she had

worn on the same day, to be worn by her during her life on the anniversary of that battle.*

In the midst of the bustle of warlike affairs the worthy chronicler Fray Antonio Agapida pauses to note, with

curious accuracy, the distinguished reception given to the count de Cabra and his nephew, the alcayde de los

Donceles, at the stately and ceremonious court of the Castilian sovereigns, in reward for the capture of the

Moorish king Boabdil. The court (he observes) was held at the time in the ancient Moorish palace of the city

of Cordova, and the ceremonials were arranged by that venerable prelate Don Pedro Gonzales de Mendoza,

It was on Wednesday, the 14th of October (continues the precise Antonio Agapida), that the good count de

Cabra, according to arrangement, appeared at the gate of Cordova. Here he was met by the grand cardinal and

the duke of Villahermosa, illegitimate brother of the king, together with many of the first grandees and

prelates of the kingdom. By this august train was he attended to the palace amidst strains of martial music and

When the count arrived in the presence of the sovereigns, who were seated in state on a dais or raised part of

the hall of audience, they both arose. The king advanced exactly five steps toward the count, who knelt and

kissed his royal hand; however, the king would not receive him as a mere vassal, but embraced him with

affectionate cordiality. The queen also advanced two steps, and received the count with a countenance full of

sweetness and benignity: after he had kissed her hand the king and queen returned to their thrones, and,

cushions being brought, they ordered the count de Cabra to be seated in their presence. This last circumstance

is written in large letters and followed by several notes of admiration in the manuscript of the worthy Fray

Antonio Agapida, who considers the extraordinary privilege of sitting in presence of the Catholic sovereigns

The good count took his seat at a short distance from the king, and near him was seated the duke of Najera,

then the bishop of Palencia, then the count of Aguilar, the count Luna, and Don Gutierre de Cardenas, senior

On the side of the queen were seated the grand cardinal of Spain, the duke of Villahermosa, the count of

Monte Rey, and the bishops of Jaen and Cuenca, each in the order in which they are named. The infanta

And now festive music resounded through the hall, and twenty ladies of the queen's retinue entered,

magnificently attired; upon which twenty youthful cavaliers, very gay and galliard in their array, stepped

forth, and, each seeking his fair partner, they commenced a stately dance. The court in the mean time

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When the dance was concluded the king and queen rose to retire to supper, and dismissed the count with

many gracious expressions. He was then attended by all the grandees present to the palace of the grand

On the following Saturday the alcayde de los Donceles was received likewise with great honors, but the

ceremonies were so arranged as to be a degree less in dignity than those shown to his uncle, the latter being

considered the principal actor in this great achievement. Thus the grand cardinal and the duke of

Villahermosa did not meet him at the gate of the city, but received him in the palace and entertained him in

conversation until summoned to the sovereigns. # When the alcayde de los Donceles entered the

presencechamber the king and queen rose from their chairs, but without advancing. They greeted him

The infanta Isabella came forth to this reception, and took her seat beside the queen. When the court were all

seated the music again sounded through the hall, and the twenty ladies came forth as on the preceding

occasion, richly attired, but in different raiment. They danced as before, and the infanta Isabella, taking a

young Portuguese damsel for a partner, joined in the dance. When this was concluded the king and queen

dismissed the alcayde de los Donceles with great courtesy, and the court broke up.

The worthy Fray Antonio Agapida here indulges in a long eulogy on the scrupulous discrimination of the

Castilian court in the distribution of its honors and rewards, by which means every smile and gesture and

word of the sovereigns had its certain value and conveyed its equivalent of joy to the heart of the subjecta

matter well worthy the study (says he) of all monarchs, who are too apt to distribute honors with a heedless

On the following Sunday both the count de Cabra and the alcayde de los Donceles were invited to sup with

the sovereigns. The court that evening was attended by the highest nobility, arrayed with that cost and

Before supper there was a stately and ceremonious dance, befitting the dignity of so august a court. The king

led forth the queen in grave and graceful measure; the count de Cabra was honored with the hand of the

infanta Isabella; and the alcayde de los Donceles danced with a daughter of the marques de Astorga.

The dance being concluded, the royal party repaired to the suppertable, which was placed on an elevated

part of the saloon. Here, in full view of the court, the count de Cabra and the alcayde de los Donceles supped

at the same table with the king, the queen, and the infanta. The royal family were served by the marques of

Villena. The cupbearer to the king was his nephew, Fadrigue de Toledo, son to the duke of Alva. Don

Alexis de Estaniga had the honor of fulfilling that office for the queen, and Tello de Aguilar for the infanta.

Other cavaliers of rank and distinction waited on the count and the alcayde de los Donceles. At one o'clock

the two distinguished guests were dismissed with many courteous expressions by the sovereigns.

Such (says Fray Antonio Agapida) were the great honors paid at our most exalted and ceremonious court to

these renowned cavaliers, but the gratitude of the sovereigns did not end here. A few days afterward they

bestowed upon them large revenues for life, and others to descend to their heirs, with the privilege for them

and their descendants to prefix the title of Don to their names. They gave them, moreover, as armorial

bearings a Moor's head crowned, with a golden chain round the neck, in a sanguine field, and twentytwo

banners round the margin of the escutcheon. Their descendants, of the houses of Cabra and Cordova,

continue to bear these arms at the present day in memorial of the victory of Lucena and the capture of

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*The account given by Fray Antonio Agapida of this ceremonial, so characteristic of the old Spanish court,

agrees in almost every particular with an ancient manuscript made up from the chronicles of the curate of los

The valiant Roderigo Ponce de Leon, marques of Cadiz, was one of the most vigilant of commanders. He

kept in his pay a number of converted Moors to serve as adalides, or armed guides. These mongrel Christians

were of great service in procuring information. Availing themselves of their Moorish character and tongue,

they penetrated into the enemy's country, prowled about the castles and fortresses, noticed the state of the

walls, the gates, and towers, the strength of their garrisons, and the vigilance or negligence of their

commanders. All this they minutely reported to the marques, who thus knew the state of every fortress upon

the frontier and when it might be attacked with advantage. Besides the various town and cities over which he

held feudal sway, he had always an armed force about him ready for the field. A host of retainers fed in his

hall who were ready to follow him to danger, and death itself, without inquiring who or why they fought. The

armories of his castles were supplied with helms and cuirasses and weapons of all kinds, ready burnished for

use; and his stables were filled with hardy steeds that could stand a mountainscamper.

The marques was aware that the late defeat of the Moors on the banks of the Lopera had weakened their

whole frontier, for many of the castles and fortresses had lost their alcaydes and their choicest troops. He sent

out his warhounds, therefore, upon the range to ascertain where a successful blow might be struck; and they

soon returned with word that Zahara was weakly garrisoned and short of provisions.

This was the very fortress which, about two years before, had been stormed by Muley Abul Hassan, and its

capture had been the first blow of this eventful war. It had ever since remained a thorn in the side of

Andalusia. All the Christians had been carried away captive, and no civil population had been introduced in

their stead. There were no women or children in the place. It was kept up as a mere military post,

commanding one of the most important passes of the mountains, and was a stronghold of Moorish marauders.

The marques was animated by the idea of regaining this fortress for his sovereigns and wresting from the old

Moorish king this boasted trophy of his prowess. He sent missives, therefore, to the brave Luis Fernandez

Puerto Carrero, who had distinguished himself in the late victory, and to Juan Almaraz, captain of the

menatarms of the Holy Brotherhood, informing them of his designs, and inviting them to meet him with

It was on the day (says Fray Antonio Agapida) of the glorious apostles St. Simon and Judas, the

twentyeighth of October, in the year of grace one thousand four hundred and eightythree, that this chosen

band of Christian soldiers assembled suddenly and secretly at the appointed place. Their forces when united

amounted to six hundred horse and fifteen hundred foot. Their gatheringplace was at the entrance of the

defile leading to Zahara. That ancient town, renowned in Moorish warfare, is situated in one of the roughest

passes of the Serrania de Ronda. It is built round the craggy cone of a hill, on the lofty summit of which is a

strong castle. The country around is broken into deep barrancas or ravines, some of which approach its very

walls. The place had until recently been considered impregnable, but (as the worthy Fray Antonio Agapida

observes) the walls of impregnable fortresses, like the virtue of selfconfident saints, have their weak points

The marques of Cadiz advanced with his little army in the dead of the night, marching silently into the deep

and dark defiles of the mountains, and stealing up the ravines which extended to the walls of the town. Their

approach was so noiseless that the Moorish sentinels upon the walls heard not a voice or a footfall. The

marques was accompanied by his old escalador, Ortega de Prado, who had distinguished himself at the

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scaling of Alhama. This hardy veteran was stationed, with ten men furnished with scalingladders, in a cavity

among the rocks close to the walls. At a little distance seventy men were hid in a ravine, to be at hand to

second him when he should have fixed his ladders. The rest of the troops were concealed in another ravine

commanding a fair approach to the gate of the fortress. A shrewd and wary adalid, well acquainted with the

place, was appointed to give signals, and so stationed that he could be seen by the various parties in ambush,

By orders of the marques a small body of light cavalry passed along the glen, and, turning round a point of

rock, showed themselves before the town: they[6]skirred the fields almost to the gates, as if by way of

bravado and to defy the garrison to a skirmish. The Moors were not slow in replying to it. About seventy

horse and a number of foot who had guarded the walls sallied forth impetuously, thinking to make easy prey

of these insolent marauders. The Christian horsemen fled for the ravine; the Moors pursued them down the

hill, until they heard a great shouting and tumult behind them. Looking round toward the town, they beheld a

scaling party mounting the walls sword in hand. Wheeling about, they galloped for the gate: the marques of

Cadiz and Luis Fernandez Puerto Carrero rushed forth at the same time with their ambuscade, and

endeavored to cut them off, but the Moors succeeded in throwing themselves within the walls.

While Puerto Carrero stormed at the gate the marques put spurs to his horse and galloped to the support of

Ortega de Prado and his scaling party. He arrived at a moment of imminent peril, when the party was assailed

by fifty Moors armed with cuirasses and lances, who were on the point of thrusting them from the walls. The

marques sprang from his horse, mounted a ladder sword in hand, followed by a number of his troops, and

made a vigorous attack upon the enemy.* They were soon driven from the walls, and the gates and towers

remained in possession of the Christians. The Moors defended themselves for a short time in the streets, but

at length took refuge in the castle, the walls of which were strong and capable of holding out until relief

should arrive. The marques had no desire to carry on a siege, and he had not provisions sufficient for many

prisoners; he granted them, therefore, favorable terms. They were permitted, on leaving their arms behind

them, to march out with as much of their effects as they could carry, and it was stipulated that they should

pass over to Barbary. The marques remained in the place until both town and castle were put in a perfect state

Thus did Zahara return once more in possession of the Christians, to the great confusion of old Muley Abul

Hassan, who, having paid the penalty of his illtimed violence, was now deprived of its vaunted fruits. The

Castilian sovereigns were so gratified by this achievement of the valiant Ponce de Leon that they authorized

him thenceforth to entitle himself duke of Cadiz and marques of Zahara. The warrior, however, was so proud

of the original title under which he had so often signalized himself that he gave it the precedence, and always

signed himself marques, duke of Cadiz. As the reader may have acquired the same predilection, we shall

In this part of his chronicle the worthy father Fray Antonio Agapida indulges in triumphant exultation over

the downfall of Zahara. Heaven sometimes speaks (says he) through the mouths of false prophets for the

confusion of the wicked. By the fall of this fortress was the prediction of the santon of Granada in some

measure fulfilled, that "the ruins of Zahara should fall upon the heads of the infidels."

Our zealous chronicler scoffs at the Moorish alcayde who lost his fortress by surprise in broad daylight, and

contrasts the vigilance of the Christian governor of Alhama, the town taken in retaliation for the storming of

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The important post of Alhama was at this time confided by King Ferdinand to Don Inigo Lopez de Mendoza,

count of Tendilla, a cavalier of noble blood, brother to the grand cardinal of Spain. He had been instructed by

the king not merely to maintain his post, but also to make sallies and lay waste the surrounding country. His

fortress was critically situated. It was within seven leagues of Granada, and at no great distance from the

warlike city of Loxa. It was nestled in the lap of the mountains commanding the highroad to Malaga and a

view over the extensive Vega. Thus situated, in the heart of the enemy's country, surrounded by foes ready to

assail him and a rich country for him to ravage, it behooved this cavalier to be for ever on the alert. He was in

fact an experienced veteran, a shrewd and wary officer, and a commander amazingly prompt and fertile in

On assuming the command he found that the garrison consisted but of one thousand men, horse and foot.

They were hardy troops, seasoned in rough mountaincampaigning, but reckless and dissolute, as soldiers are

apt to be when accustomed to predatory warfare. They would fight hard for booty, and then gamble it

heedlessly away or squander it in licentious revelling. Alhama abounded with hawking, sharping, idle

hangerson, eager to profit by the vices and follies of the garrison. The soldiers were oftener gambling and

dancing beneath the walls than keeping watch upon the battlements, and nothing was heard from morning till

night but the noisy contests of cards and dice, mingled with the sound of the bolero or fandango, the drowsy

strumming of the guitar, and the rattling of the castanets, while often the whole was interrupted by the loud

The count of Tendilla set himself vigorously to reform these excesses: he knew that laxity of morals is

generally attended by neglect of duty, and that the least breach of discipline in the exposed situation of his

fortress might be fatal. "Here is but a handful of men," said he; "it is necessary that each man should be a

He endeavored to awaken a proper ambition in the minds of his soldiers and to instil into them the high

principles of chivalry. "A just war," he observed, "is often rendered wicked and disastrous by the manner in

which it is conducted; for the righteousness of the cause is not sufficient to sanction the profligacy of the

means, and the want of order and subordination among the troops may bring ruin and disgrace upon the

bestconcerted plans." But we cannot describe the character and conduct of this renowned commander in

more forcible language than that of Fray Antonio Agapida, excepting that the pious father places in the

foreground of his virtues his hatred of the Moors. "The count de Tendilla," says he, "was a mirror of Christian

knighthoodwatchful, abstemious, chaste, devout, and thoroughly filled with the spirit of the cause. He

labored incessantly and strenuously for the glory of the faith and the prosperity of their most Catholic

majesties; and, above all, he hated the infidels with a pure and holy hatred. This worthy cavalier

discountenanced all idleness, rioting, chambering, and wantonness among his soldiery. He kept them

constantly to the exercise of arms, making them adroit in the use of their weapons and management of their

steeds, and prompt for the field at a moment's notice. He permitted no sound of lute or harp or song or other

loose minstrelsy to be heard in his fortress, debauching the ear and softening the valor of the soldier; no other

music was allowed but the wholesome rolling of the drum and braying of the trumpet, and such like

spiritstirring instruments as fill the mind with thoughts of iron war. All wandering minstrels, sharping

peddlers, sturdy trulls, and other camp trumpery were ordered to pack up their baggage, and were drummed

out of the gates of Alhama. In place of such lewd rabble he introduced a train of holy friars to inspirit his

people by exhortation and prayer and choral chanting, and to spur them on to fight the good fight of faith. All

games of chance were prohibited except the game of war, and this he labored, by vigilance and vigor, to

reduce to a game of certainty. Heaven smiled upon the efforts of this righteous cavalier. His men became

soldiers at all points and terrors to the Moors. The good count never set forth on a ravage without observing

the rites of confession, absolution, and communion, and obliging his followers to do the same. Their banners

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this way success was secured to his arms and he was enabled to lay waste the land of the heathen."

The fortress of Alhama (continues Fray Antonio Agapida) overlooked from its lofty site a great part of the

fertile Vega, watered by the Cazin and the Xenil; from this he made frequent sallies, sweeping away the

flocks and herds from the pasture, the laborer from the field, and the convoy from the road; so that it was said

by the Moors that a beetle could not crawl across the Vega without being seen by Count Tendilla. The

peasantry, therefore, were fain to betake themselves to watchtowers and fortified hamlets, where they shut

up their cattle, garnered their corn, and sheltered their wives and children. Even there they were not safe: the

count would storm these rustic fortresses with fire and sword, make captives of their inhabitants, carry off the

corn, the oil, the silks, and cattle, and leave the ruins blazing and smoking within the very sight of Granada.

"It was a pleasing and refreshing sight," continues the good father, "to behold this pious knight and his

followers returning from one of these crusades, leaving the rich land of the infidel in smoking desolation

behind them; to behold the long line of mules and asses laden with the plunder of the Gentilesthe hosts of

captive Moors, men, women, and childrendroves of sturdy beeves, lowing kine, and bleating sheep,all

winding up the steep acclivity to the gates of Alhama, pricked on by the Catholic soldiery. His garrison thus

thrived on the fat of the land and the spoil of the infidel; nor was he unmindful of the pious fathers whose

blessings crowned his enterprises with success. A large portion of the spoil was always dedicated to the

Church, and the good friars were ever ready at the gate to hail him on his return and receive the share allotted

them. Besides these allotments, he made many votive offerings, either in time of peril or on the eve of a

foray, and the chapels of Alhama were resplendent with chalices, crosses, and other precious gifts made by

Thus eloquently does the venerable Fray Antonio Agapida dilate in praise of the good count de Tendilla; and

other historians of equal veracity, but less unction, agree in pronouncing him one of the ablest of Spanish

generals. So terrible, in fact, did he become in the land that the Moorish peasantry could not venture a league

from Granada or Loxa to labor in the fields without peril of being carried into captivity. The people of

Granada clamored against Muley Abul Hassan for suffering his lands to be thus outraged and insulted, and

demanded to have this bold marauder shut up in his fortress. The old monarch was roused by their

remonstrances. He sent forth powerful troops of horse to protect the country during the season that the

husbandmen were abroad in the fields. These troops patrolled in formidable squadrons in the neighborhood of

Alhama, keeping strict watch upon its gates, so that it was impossible for the Christians to make a sally

While Alhama was thus blockaded by a roving force of Moorish cavalry, the inhabitants were awakened one

night by a tremendous crash that shook the fortress to its foundations. The garrison flew to arms, supposing it

some assault of the enemy. The alarm proved to have been caused by the rupture of a portion of the wall,

which, undermined by heavy rains, had suddenly given way, leaving a large chasm yawning toward the plain.

The count de Tendilla was for a time in great anxiety. Should this breach be discovered by the blockading

horsemen, they would arouse the country, Granada and Loxa would pour out an overwhelming force, and

they would find his walls ready sapped for an assault. In this fearful emergency the count displayed his noted

talent for expedients. He ordered a quantity of linen cloth to be stretched in front of the breach, painted in

imitation of stone and indented with battlements, so as at a distance to resemble the other parts of the walls:

behind this screen he employed workmen day and night in repairing the fracture. No one was permitted to

leave the fortress, lest information of its defenceless plight should be carried to the Moor. Light squadrons of

the enemy were seen hovering about the plain, but never approached near enough to discover the deception;

There was another expedient of this shrewd veteran which greatly excites the marvel of Agapida. "It

happened," he observes, "that this Catholic cavalier at one time was destitute of gold and silver wherewith to

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pay the wages of his troops; and the soldiers murmured greatly, seeing that they had not the means of

purchasing necessaries from the people of the town. In this dilemma what does this most sagacious

commander? He takes me a number of little morsels of paper, on the which he inscribes various sums, large

and small, according to the nature of the case, and signs me them with his own hand and name. These did he

give to the soldiery in earnest of their pay. 'How!' you will say, 'are soldiers to be paid with scraps of paper?'

Even so, I answer, and well paid too, as I will presently make manifest, for the good count issued a

proclamation ordering the inhabitants of Alhama to take these morsels of paper for the full amount thereon

inscribed, promising to redeem them at a future time with silver and gold, and threatening severe punishment

to all who should refuse. The people, having full confidence in his word, and trusting that he would be as

willing to perform the one promise as he certainly was able to perform the other, took those curious morsels

of paper without hesitation or demur. Thus by a subtle and most miraculous kind of alchymy did this Catholic

cavalier turn worthless paper into precious gold, and make his late impoverished garrison abound in money!"

It is but just to add that the count de Tendilla redeemed his promises like a loyal knight; and this miracle, as it

appeared in the eyes of Fray Antonio Agapida, is the first instance on record of paper money, which has since

The Spanish cavaliers who had survived the memorable massacre among the mountains of Malaga, although

they had repeatedly avenged the deaths of their companions, could not forget the horror and humiliation of

their defeat. Nothing would satisfy them but a second expedition of the kind to carry fire and sword

throughout a wide part of the Moorish territories, and leave the region which had triumphed in their disaster a

black and burning monument of their vengeance. Their wishes accorded with the policy of the king to destroy

the resources of the enemy; every assistance was therefore given to their enterprise.

In the spring of 1484 the ancient city of Antiquera again resounded with arms; numbers of the same cavaliers

who had assembled there so gayly the preceding year came wheeling into the gates with their steeled and

shining warriors, but with a more dark and solemn brow than on that disastrous occasion, for they had the

recollection of their slaughtered friends present to their minds, whose deaths they were to avenge.

In a little while there was a chosen force of six thousand horse and twelve thousand foot assembled in

Antiquera, many of them the very flower of Spanish chivalry, troops of the established military and religious

Precautions had been taken to furnish this army with all things needful for its perilous inroad. Numerous

surgeons accompanied it, who were to attend upon the sick and wounded without charge, being paid for their

services by the queen. Isabella also, in her considerate humanity, provided six spacious tents furnished with

beds and all things needful for the wounded and infirm. These continued to be used in all great expeditions

throughout the war, and were called the Queen's Hospital. The worthy father, Fray Antonio Agapida, vaunts

this benignant provision of the queen as the first introduction of a regular camp hospital in campaigning

Thus thoroughly prepared, the cavaliers issued forth from Antiquera in splendid and terrible array, but with

less exulting confidence and vaunting ostentation than on their former foray; and this was the order of the

army: Don Alonso de Aguilar led the advance guard, accompanied by Don Diego Fernandez de Cordova, the

alcayde de los Donceles, and Luis Fernandez Puerto Carrero, count of Palma, with their household troops.

They were followed by Juan de Merlo, Juan de Almara, and Carlos de Biezman of the Holy Brotherhood,

The second battalion was commanded by the marques of Cadiz and the master of Santiago, with the cavaliers

of Santiago and the troops of the house of Ponce Leon; with these also went the senior commander of

Calatrava and the knights of that order, and various other cavaliers and their retainers.

The right wing of this second battalion was led by Gonsalvo de Cordova, afterward renowned as grand

captain of Spain; the left by Diego Lopez de Avila. They were accompanied by several distinguished

The duke of Medina Sidonia and the count de Cabra commanded the third battalion, with the troops of their

respective houses. They were accompanied by other commanders of note with their forces.

The rearguard was brought up by the senior commander and knights of Alcantara, followed by the

Such was the army that issued forth from the gates of Antiquera on one of the most extensive "talas," or

The army entered the Moorish territory by the way of Alora, destroying all the cornfields, vineyards, and

orchards and plantations of olives round that city. It then proceeded through the rich valleys and fertile

uplands of Coin, Cazarabonela, Almexia, and Cartama, and in ten days all those fertile regions were a

smoking and frightful desert. Hence it pursued its slow and destructive course, like the stream of lava of a

volcano, through the regions of Pupiana and Alhendin, and so on to the vega of Malaga, laying waste the

groves of olives and almonds and the fields of grain, and destroying every green thing. The Moors of some of

those places interceded in vain for their groves and fields, offering to deliver up their Christian captives. One

part of the army blockaded the towns, while the other ravaged the surrounding country. Sometimes the Moors

sallied forth desperately to defend their property, but were driven back to their gates with slaughter and their

suburbs pillaged and burnt. It was an awful spectacle at night to behold the volumes of black smoke mingled

with lurid flames rising from the burning suburbs, and the women on the walls of the town wringing their

The destroying army on arriving at the seacoast found vessels lying off shore laden with all kinds of

provisions and munitions sent from Seville and Xeres, and was thus enabled to continue its desolating career.

Advancing to the neighborhood of Malaga, it was bravely assailed by the Moors of that city, and there was

severe skirmishing for a whole day; but, while the main part of the army encountered the enemy, the rest

ravaged the whole vega and destroyed all the mills. As the object of the expedition was not to capture places,

but merely to burn, ravage, and destroy, the host, satisfied with the mischief they had done in the vega, turned

their backs upon Malaga and again entered the mountains. They passed by Coin and through the regions of

Allazayna, and Gatero, and Alhaurin, all which were likewise desolated. In this way did they make the circuit

of a chain of rich and verdant valleys, the glory of those mountains and the pride and delight of the Moors.

For forty days did they continue on like a consuming fire, leaving a smoking and howling waste to mark their

course, until, weary with the work of destruction, and having fully sated their revenge for the massacre of the

In the month of June, King Ferdinand took command in person of this destructive army; he increased its

force, and added to its means of mischief several lombards and other heavy artillery, intended for the

battering of towns and managed by engineers from France and Germany. With these the[7]marques of Cadiz

assured the king he would soon be able to reduce the Moorish fortresses, which were only calculated for

defence against the engines anciently used in warfare. Their walls and towers were high and thin, depending

for security on their rough and rocky situations. The stone and iron balls thundered from the lombards would

The fate of Alora speedily proved the truth of this opinion. It was strongly posted on a rock washed by a

river. The artillery soon battered down two of the towers and a part of the wall. The Moors were thrown into

consternation at the vehemence of the assault and the effect of those tremendous engines upon their vaunted

bulwarks. The roaring of the artillery and the tumbling of the walls terrified the women, who beset the

alcayde with vociferous supplications to surrender. The place was given up on the 20th of June, on condition

that the inhabitants might depart with their effects. The people of Malaga, as yet unacquainted with the power

of this battering ordnance, were so incensed at those of Alora for what they considered a tame surrender that

A similar fate attended the town of Setenil, built on a lofty rock and esteemed impregnable. Many times had

it been besieged under former Christian kings, but never taken. Even now, for several days the artillery was

directed against it without effect, and many of the cavaliers murmured at the marques of Cadiz for having

On the same night that these reproaches were uttered the marques directed the artillery himself: he levelled

the lombards at the bottom of the walls and at the gates. In a little while the gates were battered to pieces, a

great breach was effected in the walls, and the Moors were fain to capitulate. Twentyfour Christian captives,

who had been taken in the defeat of the mountains of Malaga, were rescued from the dungeons of this

Needless is it to mention the capture of various other places which surrendered without waiting to be

attacked. The Moors had always shown great bravery and perseverance in defending their towns; they were

formidable in their sallies and skirmishes, and patient in enduring hunger and thirst when besieged; but this

terrible ordnance, which demolished their walls with such ease and rapidity, overwhelmed them with dismay

and rendered vain all resistance. King Ferdinand was so struck with the effect of this artillery that he ordered

the number of lombards to be increased; and these potent engines had henceforth a great influence on the

The last operation of this year, so disastrous to the Moors, was an inroad by Ferdinand, in the latter part of

summer, into the Vega, in which he ravaged the country, burnt two villages near to Granada, and destroyed

Old Muley Abul Hassan was overwhelmed with dismay at the desolation which during the whole year had

raged throughout his territories and had now reached the walls of his capital. His fierce spirit was broken by

misfortunes and infirmity; he offered to purchase a peace and to hold his crown as a tributary vassal.

Ferdinand would listen to no propositions: the absolute conquest of Granada was the great object of this war,

and he was resolved never to rest content without its complete fulfilment. Having supplied and strengthened

the garrisons of the places taken in the heart of the Moorish territories, he enjoined their commanders to

render every assistance to the younger Moorish king in the civil war against his father. He then returned with

his army to Cordova in great triumph, closing a series of ravaging campaigns which had filled the kingdom of

During this year of sorrow and disaster to the Moors the younger king, Boabdil, most truly called the

Unfortunate, held a diminished and feeble court in the maritime city of Almeria. He retained little more than

the name of king, and was supported in even this shadow of royalty by the countenance and treasures of the

Castilian sovereigns. Still he trusted that in the fluctuation of events the inconstant nation might once more

His mother, the highspirited sultana Ayxa la Horra, endeavored to rouse him from this passive state. "It is a

feeble mind," said she, "that waits for the turn of fortune's wheel; the brave mind seizes upon it and turns it to

its purpose. Take the field, and you may drive danger before you; remain cowering at home, and it besieges

you in your dwelling. By a bold enterprise you may regain your splendid throne in Granada; by passive

Boabdil had not the force of soul to follow these courageous counsels, and in a little time the evils his mother

Old Muley Abul Hassan was almost extinguished by age and paralysis. He had nearly lost his sight, and was

completely bedridden. His brother, Abdallah, surnamed El Zagal, or the Valiant, the same who had assisted in

the massacre of the Spanish chivalry among the mountains of Malaga, was commanderinchief of the

Moorish armies, and gradually took upon himself most of the cares of sovereignty. Among other things, he

was particularly zealous in espousing his brother's quarrel with his son, and he prosecuted it with such

vehemence that many affirmed there was something more than mere fraternal sympathy at the bottom of his

The disasters and disgraces inflicted on the country by the Christians during this year had wounded the

national feelings of the people of Almeria, and many felt indignant that Boabdil should remain passive at

such a time, or, rather, should appear to make a common cause with the enemy. His uncle Abdallah diligently

fomented this feeling by his agents. The same arts were made use of that had been successful in Granada.

Boabdil was secretly but actively denounced by the alfaquis as an apostate leagued with the Christians

against his country and his early faith; the affections of the populace and soldiery were gradually alienated

In the month of February, 1485, El Zagal suddenly appeared before Almeria at the head of a troop of horse.

The alfaquis were prepared for his arrival, and the gates were thrown open to him. He entered with his band

and galloped to the citadel. The alcayde would have made resistance, but the garrison put him to death and

received El Zagal with acclamations. The latter rushed through the apartments of the Alcazar, but he sought

in vain for Boabdil. He found the sultana Ayxa la Horra in one of the saloons with Aben Haxig, a younger

brother of the monarch, and several Abencerrages, who rallied round them to protect them. "Where is the

"I know no traitor more perfidious than thyself," exclaimed the intrepid sultana; "and I trust my son is in

The rage of El Zagal was without bounds when he learnt that his intended victim had escaped. In his fury he

slew the prince Aben Haxig, and his followers fell upon and massacred the Abencerrages. As to the proud

sultana, she was borne away prisoner and loaded with revilings as having upheld her son in his rebellion and

The unfortunate Boabdil had been apprised of his danger by a faithful soldier just in time to make his escape.

Throwing himself on one of his fleetest horses and followed by a handful of adherents, he galloped in the

confusion out of the gates of Almeria. Several of the cavalry of El Zagal, stationed without the walls,

perceived his flight and attempted to pursue him; their horses were jaded with travel, and he soon left them

far behind. But whither was he to fly? Every fortress and castle in the kingdom of Granada was closed against

him; he knew not whom among the Moors to trust, for they had been taught to detest him as a traitor and an

apostate. He had no alternative but to seek refuge among the Christians, his hereditary enemies. With heavy

heart he turned his horse's head toward Cordova. He had to lurk, like a fugitive, through a part of his own

dominions, nor did he feel himself secure until he had passed the frontier and beheld the mountainbarrier of

his country towering behind him. Then it was that he became conscious of his humiliated statea fugitive

from his throne, an outcast from his nation, a king without a kingdom. He smote his breast in an agony of

grief. "Evil indeed," exclaimed he, "was the day of my birth, and truly I was named El Zogoybi, the

He entered the gates of Cordova with downcast countenance and with a train of but forty followers. The

sovereigns were absent, but the cavaliers of Andalusia manifested that sympathy in the misfortunes of the

monarch which becomes men of lofty and chivalrous souls. They received him with great distinction,

attended him with the utmost courtesy, and he was honorably entertained by the civil and military

In the mean time, El Zagal put a new alcayde over Almeria to govern in the name of his brother, and, having

strongly garrisoned the place, repaired to Malaga, where an attack of the Christians was apprehended. The

young monarch being driven out of the land, and the old monarch blind and bedridden, El Zagal at the head

of the armies was virtually the sovereign of Granada. He was supported by the brave and powerful families of

the Alnayans and Vanegas; the people were pleased with having a new idol to look up to and a new name to

shout forth; and El Zagal was hailed with acclamations as the main hope of the nation.

The recent effect of the battering ordnance in demolishing the Moorish fortresses induced King Ferdinand to

procure a powerful train for the campaign of 1485, intending to assault some of the most formidable holds of

An army of nine thousand cavalry and twenty thousand infantry assembled at Cordova early in the spring,

and the king took the field on the 5th of April. It had been determined in secret council to attack the city of

Malaga, that ancient and important seaport on which Granada depended for foreign aid and supplies. It was

thought proper previously, however, to get possession of various towns and fortresses in the valleys of Santa

The first place assailed was the town of Benamexi or Bonameji. It had submitted to the Catholic sovereigns

in the preceding year, but had since renounced its allegiance. King Ferdinand was enraged at the rebellion of

the inhabitants. "I will make their punishment," said he, "a terror to others: they shall be loyal through force,

if not through faith." The place was carried by storm: one hundred and eight of the principal inhabitants were

either put to the sword or hanged on the battlements; the rest were carried into captivity.*

The towns of Coin and Cartama were besieged on the same day the first by a division of the army led on

by the marques of Cadiz; the second by another division commanded by Don Alonso de Aguilar and Luis

Fernandez Puerto Carrero, the brave senior of Palma. The king, with the rest of the army, remained posted

between the two places to render assistance to either division. The batteries opened upon both places at the

same time, and the thunder of the lombards was mutually heard from one camp to the other. The Moors made

frequent sallies and a valiant defence, but they were confounded by the tremendous uproar of the batteries

and the destruction of their walls. In the mean time, the alarmfires gathered together the Moorish

mountaineers of all the Serrania, who assembled in great numbers in the city of Monda, about a league from

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Coin. They made several attempts to enter the besieged town, but in vain: they were each time intercepted

and driven back by the Christians, and were reduced to gaze at a distance in despair on the destruction of the

place. While thus situated there rode one day into Monda a fierce and haughty Moorish chieftain at the head

of a band of swarthy African horsemen: it was Hamet el Zegri, the fieryspirited alcayde of Ronda, at the

head of his band of Gomeres. He had not yet recovered from the rage and mortification of his defeat on the

banks of the Lopera in the disastrous foray of old Bexir, when he had been obliged to steal back furtively to

his mountains with the loss of the bravest of his followers. He had ever since panted for revenge. He now

rode among the host of warriors assembled at Monda. "Who among you," cried he, "feels pity for the women

and children of Coin exposed to captivity and death? Whoever he is, let him follow me, who am ready to die

as a Moslem for the relief of Moslems." So saying, he seized a white banner, and, waving it over his head,

rode forth from the town, followed by the Gomeres. Many of the warriors, roused by his words and his

example, spurred resolutely after his banner. The people of Coin, being prepared for this attempt, sallied forth

as they saw the white banner and made an attack upon the Christian camp, and in the confusion of the

moment Hamet and his followers galloped into the gates. This reinforcement animated the besieged, and

Hamet exhorted them to hold out obstinately in defence of life and town. As the Gomeres were veteran

At length a great breach was made in the walls, and Ferdinand, who was impatient of the resistance of the

place, ordered the duke of Naxara and the count of Benavente to enter with their troops, and, as their forces

were not sufficient, he sent word to Luis de Cerda, duke of Medina Celi, to send a part of his people to their

The feudal pride of the duke was roused at this demand. "Tell my lord the king," said the haughty grandee,

"that I have come to succor him with my household troops: if my people are ordered to any place, I am to go

with them; but if I am to remain in the camp, my people must remain with me. For the troops cannot serve

The reply of the highspirited grandee perplexed the cautious Ferdinand, who knew the jealous pride of his

powerful nobles. In the mean time, the people of the camp, having made all preparations for the assault, were

impatient to be led forward. Upon this Pero Ruyz de Alarcon put himself at their head, and, seizing their

mantas or portable bulwarks, and their other defences, they made a gallant assault and fought their way in at

the breach. The Moors were so overcome by the fury of their assault that they retreated, fighting, to the

square of the town. Pero Ruyz de Alarcon thought the place was carried, when suddenly Hamet and his

Gomeres came scouring through the streets with wild warcries, and fell furiously upon the Christians. The

latter were in their turn beaten back, and, while attacked in front by the Gomeres, were assailed by the

inhabitants with all kinds of missiles from their roofs and windows. They at length gave way and retreated

through the breach. Pero Ruyz de Alarcon still maintained his ground in one of the principal streets: the few

cavaliers that stood by him urged him to fly: "No," said he; "I came here to fight, and not to fly." He was

presently surrounded by the Gomeres; his companions fled for their lives: the last they saw of him he was

covered with wounds, but still fighting desperately for the fame of a good cavalier.*

The resistance of the inhabitants, though aided by the valor of the Gomeres, was of no avail. The battering

artillery of the Christians demolished their walls; combustibles thrown into their town set it on fire in various

places; and they were at length compelled to capitulate. They were permitted to depart with their effects, and

the Gomeres with their arms. Hamet el Zegri and his African band rode proudly through the Christian camp,

nor could the Spanish cavaliers refrain from regarding with admiration that haughty warrior and his devoted

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The capture of Coin was accompanied by that of Cartama: the fortifications of the latter were repaired and

garrisoned, but Coin, being too extensive to be defended by a moderate force, its walls were demolished. The

siege of these places struck such terror into the surrounding country that the Moors of many of the

neighboring towns abandoned their homes, and fled with such of their effects as they could carry away, upon

King Ferdinand now left his camp and his heavy artillery near Cartama, and proceeded with his lighter troops

to reconnoitre Malaga. By this time the secret plan of attack arranged in the council of war at Cordova was

known to all the world. The vigilant warrior, El Zagal, had thrown himself into the place, put all the

fortifications, which were of vast strength, into a state of defence, and sent orders to the alcaydes of the

The very day that Ferdinand appeared before the place El Zagal sallied forth to receive him at the head of a

thousand cavalry, the choicest warriors of Granada. A sharp skirmish took place among the gardens and olive

trees near the city. Many were killed on both sides, and this gave the Christians a foretaste of what they might

When the skirmish was over the marques of Cadiz had a private conference with the king. He represented the

difficulty of besieging Malaga with their present force, especially as their plans had been discovered and

anticipated, and the whole country was marching to oppose them. The marques, who had secret intelligence

from all quarters, had received a letter from Juceph Xerife, a Moor of Ronda of Christian lineage, apprising

him of the situation of that important place and its garrison, which at that moment laid it open to attack, and

the marques was urgent with the king to seize upon this critical moment, and secure a place which was one of

the most powerful Moorish fortresses on the frontiers, and in the hands of Hamet el Zegri had been the

scourge of Andalusia. The good marques had another motive for his advice, becoming a true and loyal

knight. In the deep dungeons of Ronda languished several of his companion inarms who had been captured

in the defeat in the Axarquia. To break their chains and restore them to liberty and light he felt to be his

King Ferdinand listened to the advice of the marques. He knew the importance of Ronda, which was

considered one of the keys to the kingdom of Granada, and he was disposed to punish the inhabitants for the

aid they had rendered to the garrison of Coin. The siege of Malaga therefore, was abandoned for the present,

The bold Hamet el Zegri, the alcayde of Ronda, had returned sullenly to his stronghold after the surrender of

Coin. He had fleshed his sword in battle with the Christians, but his thirst for vengeance was still unsatisfied.

Hamet gloried in the strength of his fortress and the valor of his people. A fierce and warlike populace was at

his command; his signalfires could summon all the warriors of the Serrania; his Gomeres almost subsisted

on the spoils of Andalusia; and in the rock on which his fortress was built were hopeless dungeons filled with

Ronda was considered as impregnable. It was situated in the heart of wild and rugged mountains, and perched

upon an isolated rock crested by a strong citadel, with triple walls and towers. A deep ravine, or rather a

perpendicular chasm of the rocks, of frightful depth, surrounded three parts of the city; through this flowed

the Rio Verde, or Green River. There were two suburbs to the city, fortified by walls and towers, and almost

inaccessible from the natural asperity of the rocks. Around this rugged city were deep rich valleys, sheltered

by the mountains, refreshed by constant streams, abounding with grain and the most delicious fruits, and

yielding verdant meadows, in which was reared a renowned breed of horses, the best in the whole kingdom

Hamet el Zegri had scarcely returned to Ronda when he received intelligence that the Christian army was

marching to the siege of Malaga, and orders from El Zagal to send troops to his assistance. Hamet sent a part

of his garrison for that purpose; in the mean time he meditated an expedition to which he was stimulated by

pride and revenge. All Andalusia was now drained of its troops; there was an opportunity, therefore, for an

inroad by which he might wipe out the disgrace of his defeat at the battle of Lopera. Apprehending no danger

to his mountaincity, now that the storm of war had passed down into the vega of Malaga, he left but a

remnant of his garrison to man its walls, and, putting himself at the head of his band of Gomeres, swept down

suddenly into the plains of Andalusia. He careered, almost without resistance, over those vast campinas or

pasturelands which formed a part of the domains of the duke of Medina Sidonia. In vain the bells were rung

and the alarmfires kindled: the band of Hamet had passed by before any force could be assembled, and was

Hamet regained in safety the Serrania de Ronda, exulting in his successful inroad. The mountainglens were

filled with long droves of cattle and flocks of sheep from the campinas of Medina Sidonia. There were mules,

too, laden with the plunder of the villages, and every warrior had some costly spoil of jewels for his favorite

As the Zegri drew near to Ronda he was roused from his dream of triumph by the sound of heavy ordnance

bellowing through the mountaindefiles. His heart misgave him: he put spurs to his horse and galloped in

advance of his lagging cavalgada. As he proceeded the noise of the ordnance increased, echoing from cliff to

cliff. Spurring his horse up a craggy height which commanded an extensive view, he beheld, to his

consternation, the country about Ronda white with the tents of a besieging army. The royal standard,

displayed before a proud encampment, showed that Ferdinand himself was present, while the incessant blaze

and thunder of artillery and the volumes of overhanging smoke told the work of destruction that was going

The royal army had succeeded in coming upon Ronda by surprise during the absence of its alcayde and most

of its garrison; but its inhabitants were warlike and defended themselves bravely, trusting that Hamet and his

The fancied strength of their bulwarks had been of little avail against the batteries of the besiegers. In the

space of four days three towers and great masses of the walls which defended the suburbs were battered down

and the suburbs taken and plundered. Lombards and other heavy ordnance were now levelled at the walls of

the city, and stones and missiles of all kinds hurled into the streets. The very rock on which the city stood

shook with the thunder of the artillery, and the Christian captives, deep within its dungeons, hailed the sound

When Hamet el[8]Zegri beheld his city thus surrounded and assailed, he called upon his men to follow him

and cut their way through to its relief. They proceeded stealthily through the mountains until they came to the

nearest heights above the Christian camp. When night fell and part of the army was sunk in sleep, they

descended the rocks, and, rushing suddenly upon the weakest part of the camp, endeavored to break their way

through and gain the city. The camp was too strong to be forced; they were driven back to the crags of the

mountains, whence they defended themselves by showering down darts and stones upon their pursuers.

Hamet now lit alarmfires about the heights: his standard was joined by the neighboring mountaineers and by

troops from Malaga. Thus reinforced, he made repeated assaults upon the Christians, cutting off all stragglers

from the camp. All his attempts to force his way into the city, however, were fruitless; many of his bravest

men were slain, and he was obliged to retreat into the fastnesses of the mountains.

In the mean while the distress of Ronda increased hourly. The marques of Cadiz, having possession of the

suburbs, was enabled to approach to the very foot of the perpendicular precipice rising from the river on the

summit of which the city is built. At the foot of this rock is a living fountain of limpid water gushing into a

great natural basin. A secret mine led down from within the city to this fountain by several hundred steps cut

in the solid rock. Hence the city obtained its chief supply of water, and these steps were deeply worn by the

weary feet of Christian captives employed in this painful labor. The marques of Cadiz discovered this

subterraneous passage, and directed his pioneers to countermine in the side of the rock; they pierced to the

shaft, and, stopping it up, deprived the city of the benefit of this precious fountain.

While the marques was thus pressing the siege with the generous thought of soon delivering his

companionsinarms from the Moorish dungeons, far other were the feelings of the alcayde, Hamet el Zegri.

He smote his breast and gnashed his teeth in impotent fury as he beheld from the mountaincliffs the

destruction of the city. Every thunder of the Christian ordnance seemed to batter against his heart. He saw

tower after tower tumbling by day, and various parts of the city in a blaze at night. "They fired not merely

stones from their ordnance," says a chronicler of the times, "but likewise great balls of iron cast in moulds,

which demolished everything they struck. They threw also balls of tow steeped in pitch and oil and

gunpowder, which, when once on fire, were not to be extinguished, and which set the houses in flames. Great

was the horror of the inhabitants: they knew not where to fly for refuge: their houses were in a blaze or

shattered by the ordnance; the streets were perilous from the falling ruins and the bounding balls, which

dashed to pieces everything they encountered. At night the city looked like a fiery furnace; the cries and

wailings of the women between the thunders of the ordnance reached even to the Moors on the opposite

All hope of external succor being at an end, the inhabitants of Ronda were compelled to capitulate. Ferdinand

was easily prevailed upon to grant them favorable terms. The place was capable of longer resistance, and he

feared for the safety of his camp, as the forces were daily augmenting on the mountains and making frequent

assaults. The inhabitants were permitted to depart with their effects, either to Barbary, Granada, or elsewhere,

and those who chose to reside in Spain had lands assigned them and were indulged in the practice of their

No sooner did the place surrender than detachments were sent to attack the Moors who hovered about the

neighboring mountains. Hamet el Zegri, however, did not remain to make a fruitless battle. He gave up the

game as lost, and retreated with his Gomeres, filled with grief and rage, but trusting to fortune to give him

The first care of the good marques of Cadiz on entering Ronda was to deliver his unfortunate

companioninarms from the dungeons of the fortress. What a difference in their looks from the time when,

flushed with health and hope and arrayed in military pomp, they had sallied forth upon the mountainforay!

Many of them were almost naked, with irons at their ankles and beards reaching to their waists. Their

meeting with the marques was joyful, yet it had the look of grief, for their joy was mingled with many bitter

recollections. There was an immense number of other captives, among whom were several young men of

noble families who with filial piety had surrendered themselves prisoners in place of their fathers.

The captives were all provided with mules and sent to the queen at Cordova. The humane heart of Isabella

melted at the sight of the piteous cavalcade. They were all supplied by her with food and raiment, and money

to pay their expenses to their homes. Their chains were hung as pious trophies against the exterior of the

church of St. Juan de los Reyes in Toledo, where the Christian traveller may regale his eyes with the sight of

Among the Moorish captives was a young infidel maiden, of great beauty, who desired to become a Christian

and to remain in Spain. She had been inspired with the light of the true faith through the ministry of a young

man who had been a captive in Ronda. He was anxious to complete his good work by marrying her. The

queen consented to their pious wishes, having first taken care that the young maiden should be properly

"Thus this pestilent nest of warfare and infidelity, the city of Ronda," says the worthy Fray Antonio Agapida,

"was converted to the true faith by the thunder of our artilleryan example which was soon followed by

Cazarabonela, Marbella, and other towns in these parts, insomuch that in the course of this expedition no less

than seventytwo places were rescued from the vile sect of Mahomet and placed under the benignant

The people of Granada were a versatile, unsteady race, and exceedingly given to make and unmake kings.

They had for a long time vacillated between old Muley Abul Hassan and his son, Boabdil el Chico,

sometimes setting up the one, sometimes the other, and sometimes both at once, according to the pinch and

pressure of external evils. They found, however, that the evils still went on increasing in defiance of every

change, and were at their wits' end to devise some new combination or arrangement by which an efficient

government might be wrought out of two bad kings. When the tidings arrived of the fall of Ronda, and the

consequent ruin of the frontier, a tumultuous assemblage took place in one of the public squares. As usual,

the people attributed the misfortunes of the country to the faults of their rulers, for the populace never

imagine that any part of their miseries can originate with themselves. A crafty alfaqui, named Alyme Mazer,

who had watched the current of their discontents, rose and harangued them. "You have been choosing and

changing," said he, "between two monarchs; and who and what are they? Muley Abul Hassan for one, a man

worn out by age and infirmities, unable to sally forth against the foe, even when ravaging to the very gates of

the city; and Boabdil el Chico for the other, an apostate, a traitor, a deserter from his throne, a fugitive among

the enemies of his nation, a man fated to misfortune, and proverbially named 'the Unlucky.' In a time of

overwhelming war like the present he only is fit to sway a sceptre who can wield a sword. Would you seek

such a man? You need not look far. Allah has sent such a one in this time of distress to retrieve the fortunes

of Granada. You already know whom I mean. You know that it can be no other than your general, the

invincible Abdallah, whose surname of El Zagal has become a watchword in battle rousing the courage of the

The multitude received the words of the alfaqui with acclamations; they were delighted with the idea of a

third king over Granada, and Abdallah el Zagal being of the royal family, and already in the virtual exercise

of royal power, the measure had nothing in it that appeared either rash or violent. A deputation was therefore

sent to El Zagal at Malaga inviting him to repair to Granada to receive the crown.

El Zagal expressed great surprise and repugnance when the mission was announced to him, and nothing but

his patriotic zeal for the public safety and his fraternal eagerness to relieve the aged Abul Hassan from the

cares of government prevailed upon him to accept the offer. Leaving, therefore, Reduan Vanegas, one of the

bravest Moorish generals, in command of Malaga, he departed for Granada, attended by three hundred trusty

Muley Abul Hassan did not wait for the arrival of his brother. Unable any longer to buffet with the storms of

the times, his only solicitude was to seek some safe and quiet harbor of repose. In one of the deep valleys

which indent the Mediterranean coast, and which are shut up on the land side by stupendous mountains, stood

the little city of Almunecar. The valley was watered by the limpid river Frio, and abounded with fruits, with

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grain, and pasturage. The city was strongly fortified, and the garrison and alcayde were devoted to the old

monarch. This was the place chosen by Muley Abul Hassan for his asylum. His first care was to send thither

all his treasures; his next care was to take refuge there himself; his third, that his sultana Zoraya and their two

In the mean time, Muley Abdallah el Zagal pursued his journey toward the capital, attended by his three

hundred cavaliers. The road from Malaga to Granada winds close by Alhama, and is dominated by that lofty

fortress. This had been a most perilous pass for the Moors during the time that Alhama was commanded by

the count de Tendilla: not a traveller could escape his eagle eye, and his garrison was ever ready for a sally.

The count de Tendilla, however, had been relieved from this arduous post, and it had been given in charge to

Don Gutiere de Padilla, clavero (or treasurer) of the order of Calatravaan easy, indulgent man, who had

with him three hundred gallant knights of his order, besides other mercenary troops. The garrison had fallen

off in discipline; the cavaliers were hardy in fight and daring in foray, but confident in themselves and

negligent of proper precautions. Just before the journey of El Zagal a number of these cavaliers, with several

soldiers of fortune of the garrison, in all about one hundred and seventy men, had sallied forth to harass the

Moorish country during its present distracted state, and, having ravaged the valleys of the Sierra Nevada, or

As El Zagal passed through the neighborhood of Alhama he recollected the ancient perils of the road, and

sent light cerradors in advance to inspect each rock and ravine where a foe might lurk in ambush. One of

these scouts, overlooking a narrow valley which opened upon the road, descried a troop of horsemen on the

banks of a little stream. They were dismounted, and had taken the bridles from their steeds, that they might

crop the fresh grass on the banks of the river. The horsemen were scattered about, some reposing in the

shades of rocks and trees, others gambling for the spoil they had taken: not a sentinel was posted to keep

guard; everything showed the perfect security of men who consider themselves beyond the reach of danger.

These careless cavaliers were in fact the knights of Calatrava returning from their foray. A part of their force

had passed on with the cavalgada; ninety of the principal cavaliers had halted to refresh themselves in this

valley. El Zagal smiled with ferocious joy when he heard of their negligent security. "Here will be trophies,"

Approaching the valley with cautious silence, he wheeled into it at full speed at the head of his troop, and

attacked the Christians so suddenly that they had no time to put the bridles upon their horses or even to leap

into the saddles. They made a confused but valiant defence, fighting among the rocks and in the rugged bed

of the river. Their defence was useless; seventynine were slain, and the remaining eleven were taken

A party of the Moors galloped in pursuit of the cavalgada: they soon overtook it winding slowly up a hill.

The horsemen who convoyed it, perceiving the enemy at a distance, made their escape, and left the spoil to be

retaken by the Moors. El Zagal gathered together his captives and his booty, and proceeded, elate with

He paused before the gate of Elvira, for as yet he had not been proclaimed king. This ceremony was

immediately performed, for the fame of his recent exploit had preceded him and intoxicated the minds of the

giddy populace. He entered Granada in a sort of triumph. The eleven captive knights of Calatrava walked in

front: next were paraded the ninety captured steeds, bearing the armor and weapons of their late owners, and

led by as many mounted Moors: then came seventy Moorish horsemen, with as many Christian heads

hanging at their saddlebows: Muley Abdallah followed, surrounded by a number of distinguished cavaliers

splendidly attired, and the pageant was closed by a long cavalgada of the flocks and herds and other booty

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The populace gazed with almost savage triumph at these captive cavaliers and the gory heads of their

companions, knowing them to have been part of the formidable garrison of Alhama, so long the scourge of

Granada and the terror of the Vega. They hailed this petty triumph as an auspicious opening of the reign of

their new monarch; for several days the name of Muley Abul Hassan and Boabdil el Chico were never

mentioned but with contempt, and the whole city resounded with the praises of El Zagal, or the Valiant.

The elevation of a bold and active veteran to the throne of Granada in place of its late bedridden king made

an important difference in the aspect of the war, and called for some blow that should dash the confidence of

Don Diego de Cordova, the brave count de Cabra, was at this time in his castle of Vaena, where he kept a

wary eye upon the frontier. It was now the latter part of August, and he grieved that the summer should pass

away without an inroad into the country of the foe. He sent out his scouts on the prowl, and they brought him

word that the important post of Moclin was but weakly garrisoned. This was a castellated town, strongly

situated upon a high mountain, partly surrounded by thick forests and partly girdled by a river. It defended

one of the rugged and solitary passes by which the Christians were wont to make their inroads, insomuch that

The count de Cabra sent word to the monarchs of the feeble state of the garrison, and gave it as his opinion

that by a secret and rapid expedition the place might be surprised. King Ferdinand asked the advice of his

councillors. Some cautioned him against the sanguine temperament of the count and his heedlessness of

danger: Moclin, they observed, was near to Granada and might be promptly reinforced. The opinion of the

count, however, prevailed, the king considering him almost infallible in matters of border warfare since his

The king departed, therefore, from Cordova, and took post at Alcala la Real, for the purpose of being near to

Moclin. The queen also proceeded to Vaena, accompanied by her children, Prince Juan and the princess

Isabella, and her great counsellor in all matters, public and private, spiritual and temporal, the venerable

Nothing could exceed the pride and satisfaction of the loyal count de Cabra when he saw the stately train

winding along the dreary mountainroads and entering the gates of Vaena. He received his royal guests with

all due ceremony, and lodged them in the best apartments that the warrior castle afforded.

King Ferdinand had concerted a wary plan to ensure the success of the enterprise. The count de Cabra and

Don Martin Alonso de Montemayor were to set forth with their troops so as to reach Moclin by a certain

hour, and to intercept all who should attempt to enter or should sally from the town. The master of Calatrava,

the troops of the grand cardinal, commanded by the count of Buendia, and the forces of the bishop of Jaen,

led by that belligerent prelate, amounting in all to four thousand horse and six thousand foot, were to set off

in time to cooperate with the count de Cabra, so as to surround the town. The king was to follow with his

And here the worthy padre Fray Antonio Agapida breaks forth into a triumphant eulogy of the pious prelates

who thus mingled personally in these scenes of warfare. As this was a holy crusade (says he), undertaken for

the advancement of the faith and the glory of the Church, so was it always countenanced and upheld by

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saintly men; for the victories of their most Catholic majesties were not followed, like those of mere worldly

sovereigns, by erecting castles and towers and appointing alcaydes and garrisons, but by the founding of

convents and cathedrals and the establishment of wealthy bishoprics. Wherefore their majesties were always

surrounded in court or camp, in the cabinet or in the field, by a crowd of ghostly advisers inspiriting them to

the prosecution of this most righteous war. Nay, the holy men of the Church did not scruple, at times, to

buckle on the cuirass over the cassock, to exchange the crosier for the lance, and thus with corporal hands and

But to return from this rhapsody of the worthy friar. The count de Cabra, being instructed in the complicated

arrangements of the king, marched forth at midnight to execute them punctually. He led his troops by the

little river that winds below Vaena, and so up to the wild defiles of the mountains, marching all night, and

stopping only in the heat of the following day to repose under the shadowy cliffs of a deep barranca,

calculating to arrive at Moclin exactly in time to cooperate with the other forces.

The troops had scarcely stretched themselves on the earth to take repose, when a scout arrived bringing word

that El Zagal had suddenly sallied out of Granada with a strong force, and had encamped in the vicinity of

Moclin. It was plain that the wary Moor had received information of the intended attack. This, however, was

not the idea that presented itself to the mind of the count de Cabra. He had captured one king; here was a fair

opportunity to secure another. What a prisoner to deliver into the hands of his royal mistress! Fired with the

thoughts, the good count forgot all the arrangements of the king; or rather, blinded by former success, he

trusted everything to courage and fortune, and thought that by one bold swoop he might again bear off the

royal prize and wear his laurels without competition.* His only fear was that the master of Calatrava and the

belligerent bishop might come up in time to share the glory of the victory; so, ordering every one to horse,

this hotspirited cavalier pushed on for Moclin without allowing his troops the necessary time for repose.

The evening closed as the count arrived in the neighborhood of Moclin. It was the full of the moon and a

bright and cloudless night. The count was marching through one of those deep valleys or ravines worn in the

Spanish mountains by the brief but tremendous torrents which prevail during the autumnal rains. It was

walled on each side by lofty and almost perpendicular cliffs, but great masses of moonlight were thrown into

the bottom of the glen, glittering on the armor of the shining squadrons as they silently passed through it.

Suddenly the warcry of the Moors rose in various parts of the valley. "El Zagal! El Zagal!" was shouted

from every cliff, accompanied by showers of missiles that struck down several of the Christian warriors. The

count lifted up his eyes, and beheld, by the light of the moon, every cliff glistening with Moorish soldiery.

The deadly shower fell thickly round him, and the shining armor of his followers made them fair objects for

the aim of the enemy. The count saw his brother Gonzalo struck dead by his side; his own horse sank under

him, pierced by four Moorish lances, and he received a wound in the hand from an arquebuse. He

remembered the horrible massacre of the mountains of Malaga, and feared a similar catastrophe. There was

no time to pause. His brother's horse, freed from his slaughtered rider, was running at large: seizing the reins,

he sprang into the saddle, called upon his men to follow him, and, wheeling round, retreated out of the fatal

The Moors, rushing down from the heights, pursued the retreating Christians. The chase endured for a league,

but it was a league of rough and broken road, where the Christians had to turn and fight at almost every step.

In these short but fierce combats the enemy lost many cavaliers of note, but the loss of the Christians was

infinitely more grievous, comprising numbers of the noblest warriors of Vaena and its vicinity. Many of the

Christians, disabled by wounds or exhausted by fatigue, turned aside and endeavored to conceal themselves

among rocks and thickets, but never more rejoined their companions, being slain or captured by the Moors or

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The arrival of the troops led by the master of Calatrava and the bishop of Jaen put an end to the rout. El Zagal

contented himself with the laurels he had gained, and, ordering the trumpets to call off his men from the

Queen Isabella was at Vaena, awaiting with great anxiety the result of the expedition. She was in a stately

apartment of the castle looking toward the road that winds through the mountains from Moclin, and regarding

the watchtowers on the neighboring heights in hopes of favorable signals. The prince and princess, her

children, were with her, and her venerable counsellor, the grand cardinal. All shared in the anxiety of the

moment. At length couriers were seen riding toward the town. They entered its gates, but before they reached

the castle the nature of their tidings was known to the queen by the shrieks and wailings from the streets

below. The messengers were soon followed by wounded fugitives hastening home to be relieved or to die

among their friends and families. The whole town resounded with lamentations, for it had lost the flower of

its youth and its bravest warriors. Isabella was a woman of courageous soul, but her feelings were

overpowered by spectacles of woe on every side: her maternal heart mourned over the death of so many loyal

subjects, who shortly before had rallied round her with devoted affection, and, losing her usual

In this gloomy state of mind a thousand apprehensions crowded upon her. She dreaded the confidence which

this success would impart to the Moors; she feared also for the important fortress of Alhama, the garrison of

which had not been reinforced since its foraging party had been cut off by this same El Zagal. On every side

she saw danger and disaster, and feared that a general reverse was about to attend the Castilian arms.

The grand cardinal comforted her with both spiritual and worldly counsel. He told her to recollect that no

country was ever conquered without occasional reverses to the conquerors; that the Moors were a warlike

people, fortified in a rough and mountainous country, where they never could be conquered by her ancestors;

and that, in fact, her armies had already, in three years, taken more cities than those of any of her

predecessors had been able to do in twelve. He concluded by offering to take the field himself with three

thousand cavalry, his own retainers, paid and maintained by himself, and either hasten to the relief of Alhama

or undertake any other expedition Her Majesty might command. The discreet words of the cardinal soothed

the spirit of the queen, who always looked to him for consolation, and she soon recovered her usual

Some of the counsellors of Isabella, of that politic class who seek to rise by the faults of others, were loud in

their censures of the rashness of the count. The queen defended him with prompt generosity. "The

enterprise," said she, "was rash, but not more rash than that of Lucena, which was crowned with success, and

which we have all applauded as the height of heroism. Had the count de Cabra succeeded in capturing the

uncle, as he did the nephew, who is there that would not have praised him to the skies?"

The magnanimous words of the queen put a stop to all invidious remarks in her presence, but certain of the

courtiers, who had envied the count the glory gained by his former achievements, continued to magnify,

among themselves his present imprudence; and we are told by Fray Antonio Agapida that they sneeringly

Ferdinand had reached the place on the frontier called the Fountain of the King, within three leagues of

Moclin, when he heard of the late disaster. He greatly lamented the precipitation of the count, but forbore to

express himself with severity, for he knew the value of that loyal and valiant cavalier.* He held a council of

war to determine what course was to be pursued. Some of his cavaliers advised him to abandon the attempt

upon Moclin, the place being strongly reinforced and the enemy inspirited by his recent victory. Certain old

Spanish hidalgos reminded him that he had but few Castilian troops in his army, without which stanch

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soldiery his predecessors never presumed to enter the Moorish territory, while others remonstrated that it

would be beneath the dignity of the king to retire from an enterprise on account of the defeat of a single

cavalier and his retainers. In this way the king was distracted by a multitude of counsellors, when,

fortunately, a letter from the queen put an end to his perplexities. Proceed we in the next chapter to relate

"Happy are those princes," exclaims the worthy padre Fray Antonio Agapida, "who have women and priests

dwelleth the spirit of counsel." 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. This last worthy prelate, who had exchanged

his mitre for a helm, no sooner beheld the defeat of the enterprise against Moclin than he turned the reins of

his sleek, stallfed steed and hastened back to Vaena, full of a project for the employment of the army, the

advancement of the faith, and the benefit of his own diocese. He knew that the actions of the king were

influenced by the opinions of the queen, and that the queen always inclined a listening ear to the counsels of

saintly men: he laid his plans, therefore, with the customary wisdom of his cloth, to turn the ideas of the

queen into the proper channel; and this was the purport of the worthy bishop's suggestions:

The bishopric of Jaen had for a long time been harassed by two Moorish castles, the scourge and terror of all

that part of the country. They were situated on the frontiers of the kingdom of Granada, about four leagues

from Jaen, in a deep, narrow, and rugged valley surrounded by lofty mountains. Through this valley runs the

Rio Frio (or Cold River) in a deep channel worn between high, precipitous banks. On each side of the stream

rise two vast rocks, nearly perpendicular, within a stone's throw of each other, blocking up the gorge of the

valley. On the summits of these rocks stood the two formidable castles, Cambil and Albahar, fortified with

battlements and towers of great height and thickness. They were connected together by a bridge thrown from

rock to rock across the river. The road which passed through the valley traversed this bridge, and was

completely commanded by these castles. They stood like two giants of romance guarding the pass and

The kings of Granada, knowing the importance of these castles, kept them always well garrisoned and

victualled to stand a siege, with fleet steeds and hard riders to forage the country of the Christians. The

warlike race of the Abencerrages, the troops of the royal household, and others of the choicest chivalry of

Granada made them their strongholds or posts of arms, whence to sally forth on those predatory and roving

enterprises in which they delighted. As the wealthy bishopric of Jaen lay immediately at hand, it suffered

more peculiarly from these marauders. They drove off the fat beeves and the flocks of sheep from the

pastures and swept the laborers from the field; they scoured the country to the very gates of Jaen, so that the

citizens could not venture from their walls without the risk of being borne off captive to the dungeons of

The worthy bishop, like a good pastor, beheld with grief of heart his fat bishopric daily waxing leaner and

leaner and poorer and poorer, and his holy ire was kindled at the thoughts that the possessions of the Church

should thus be at the mercy of a crew of infidels. It was the urgent counsel of the bishop, therefore, that the

military force thus providentially assembled in the neighborhood, since it was apparently foiled in its attempt

upon Moclin, should be turned against these insolent castles and the country delivered from their domination.

The grand cardinal supported the suggestion of the bishop, and declared that he had long meditated the policy

of a measure of the kind. Their united opinions found favor with the queen, and she despatched a letter on the

subject to the king. It came just in time to relieve him from the distraction of a multitude of counsellors, and

The marques of Cadiz was accordingly sent in advance, with two thousand horse, to keep a watch upon the

garrisons and prevent all entrance or exit until the king should arrive with the main army and the battering

artillery. The queen, to be near at hand in case of need, moved her quarters to the city of Jaen, where she was

received with martial honors by the belligerent bishop, who had buckled on his cuirass and girded on his

In the mean time, the marques of Cadiz arrived in the valley and completely shut up the Moors within their

walls. The castles were under the command of Mahomet Lentin Ben Usef, an Abencerrage, and one of the

bravest cavaliers of Granada. In his garrisons were many troops of the fierce African tribe of Gomeres.

Mahomet Lentin, confident in the strength of his fortresses, smiled as he looked down from his battlements

upon the Christian cavalry perplexed in the rough and narrow valley. He sent forth skirmishing parties to

harass them, and there were many sharp combats between small parties and single knights; but the Moors

were driven back to their castles, and all attempts to send intelligence of their situation to Granada were

At length the legions of the royal army came pouring, with vaunting trumpet and fluttering banner, along the

defiles of the mountains. They halted before the castles, but the king could not find room in the narrow and

rugged valley to form his camp; he had to divide it into three parts, which were posted on different heights,

and his tents whitened the sides of the neighboring hills. When the encampment was formed the army

remained gazing idly at the castles. The artillery was upward of four leagues in the rear, and without artillery

The alcayde Mahomet Lentin knew the nature of the road by which the artillery had to be brought. It was

merely a narrow and rugged path, at times scaling almost perpendicular crags and precipices, up which it was

utterly impossible for wheel carriages to pass, neither was it in the power of man or beast to draw up the

lombards and other ponderous ordnance. He felt assured, therefore, that they never could be brought to the

camp, and without their aid what could the Christians effect against his rockbuilt castles? He scoffed at

them, therefore, as he saw their tents by day and their fires by night covering the surrounding heights. "Let

them linger here a little while longer," said he, "and the autumnal torrents will wash them from the

While the alcayde was thus closely mewed up within his walls and the Christians remained inactive in their

camp, he noticed, one calm autumnal day, the sound of implements of labor echoing among the mountains,

and now and then the crash of a falling tree or a thundering report, as if some rock had been heaved from its

bed and hurled into the valley. The alcayde was on the battlements of his castle, surrounded by his knights.

"Methinks," said he, "these Christians are making war upon the rocks and trees of the mountains, since they

The sounds did not cease even during the night: every now and then the Moorish sentinel as he paced the

battlements heard some crash echoing among the heights. The return of day explained the mystery. Scarcely

did the sun shine against the summits of the mountains than shouts burst from the cliffs opposite to the castle,

The astonished Moors lifted up their eyes and beheld, as it were, a torrent of war breaking out of a narrow

defile. There was a multitude of men with pickaxes, spades, and bars of iron clearing away every obstacle,

while behind them slowly moved along great teams of oxen dragging heavy ordnance and all the munitions of

"What cannot women and priests effect when they unite in council?" exclaims again the worthy Antonio

Agapida. The queen had held another consultation with the grand cardinal and the belligerent bishop of Jaen.

It was clear that the heavy ordnance could never be conveyed to the camp by the regular road of the country,

and without battering artillery nothing could be effected. It was suggested, however, by the zealous bishop

that another road might be opened through a more practicable part of the mountains. It would be an

undertaking extravagant and chimerical with ordinary means, and therefore unlooked for by the enemy; but

The project struck the enterprising spirit of the queen. Six thousand men with pickaxes, crowbars, and every

other necessary implement were set to work day and night to break a road through the very centre of the

mountains. No time was to be lost, for it was rumored that El Zagal was about to march with a mighty host to

the relief of the castles. The bustling bishop of Jaen acted as pioneer to mark the route and superintend the

laborers, and the grand cardinal took care that the work should never languish through lack of means.*

"When kings' treasures," says Fray Antonio Agapida, "are dispensed by priestly hands, there is no stint, as the

glorious annals of Spain bear witness." Under the guidance of these ghostly men it seemed as if miracles

were effected. Almost an entire mountain was levelled, valleys were filled up, trees hewn down, rocks broken

and overturned; in short, all the obstacles which nature had heaped around entirely and promptly vanished. In

little more than twelve days this gigantic work was effected and the ordnance dragged to the camp, to the

No sooner was the heavy artillery arrived than it was mounted in all haste upon the neighboring heights:

Francisco Ramirez de Madrid, the first engineer in Spain, superintended the batteries, and soon opened a

When the alcayde, Mahomet Lentin, found his towers tumbling about him and his bravest men dashed from

the walls without the power of inflicting a wound upon the foe, his haughty spirit was greatly exasperated.

"Of what avail," said he, bitterly, "is all the prowess of knighthood against these cowardly engines that

For a whole day a tremendous fire kept thundering upon the castle of Albahar. The lombards discharged large

stones which demolished two of the towers and all the battlements which guarded the portal. If any Moors

attempted to defend the walls or repair the breaches, they were shot down by ribadoquines and other small

pieces of artillery. The Christian soldiery issued from the camp under cover of this fire, and, approaching the

castles, discharged flights of arrows and stones through the openings made by the ordnance.

At length, to bring the siege to a conclusion, Francisco Ramirez elevated some of the heaviest artillery on a

mount that rose in form of a cone or pyramid on the side of the river near to Albahar and commanded both

castles. This was an operation of great skill and excessive labor, but it was repaid by complete success, for

the Moors did not dare to wait until this terrible battery should discharge its fury. Satisfied that all further

resistance was in vain, the valiant alcayde made signal for a parley. The articles of capitulation were soon

arranged. The alcayde and his garrisons were permitted to return in safety to the city of Granada, and the

castles were delivered into the possession of King Ferdinand on the day of the festival of St. Matthew in the

month of September. They were immediately repaired, strongly garrisoned, and delivered in charge to the

The effects of this triumph were immediately apparent. Quiet and security once more settled upon the

bishopric. The husbandmen tilled their fields in peace, the herds and flocks fattened unmolested in the

pastures, and the vineyards yielded corpulent skinsful of rosy wine. The good bishop enjoyed in the gratitude

of his people the approbation of his conscience, the increase of his revenues, and the abundance of his table a

reward for all his toils and perils. "This glorious victory," exclaims Fray Antonio Agapida, "achieved by such

extraordinary management and infinite labor, is a shining example of what a bishop can effect for the

While these events were taking place on the northern frontier of the kingdom of Granada the important

fortress of Alhama was neglected, and its commander, Don Gutiere de Padilla, clavero of Calatrava, reduced

to great perplexity. The remnant of the foraging party which had been surprised and massacred by El Zagal

when on his way to Granada to receive the crown had returned in confusion and dismay to the fortress. They

could only speak of their own disgrace, being obliged to abandon their cavalgada and fly, pursued by a

superior force: of the flower of their party, the gallant knights of Calatrava, who had remained behind in the

valley, they knew nothing. A few days cleared up the mystery of their fate: tidings were brought that their

bloody heads had been borne in triumph into Granada. The surviving knights of Calatrava, who formed a part

of the garrison, burned to revenge the death of their comrades and to wipe out the stigma of this defeat; but

the clavero had been rendered cautious by disasterhe resisted all their entreaties for a foray. His garrison

was weakened by the loss of so many of its bravest men; the Vega was patrolled by numerous and powerful

squadrons sent forth by El Zagal; above all, the movements of the garrison were watched by the warriors of

Zalea, a strong town only two leagues distant on the road toward Loxa. This place was a continual check

upon Alhama when in its most powerful state, placing ambuscades to entrap the Christian cavaliers in the

course of their sallies. Frequent and bloody skirmishes had taken place in consequence; and the troops of

Alhama, when returning from their forays, had often to fight their way back through the squadrons of Zalea.

Thus surrounded by dangers, Don Gutiere de Padilla restrained the eagerness of his troops for a sally,

In the mean while provisions began to grow scarce; they were unable to forage the country as usual for

supplies, and depended for relief upon the Castilian sovereigns. The defeat of the count de Cabra filled the

measure of their perplexities, as it interrupted the intended reinforcements and supplies. To such extremity

were they reduced that they were compelled to kill some of their horses for provisions.

The worthy clavero, Don Gutiere de Padilla, was pondering one day on this gloomy state of affairs when a

Moor was brought before him who had surrendered himself at the gate of Alhama and claimed an audience.

Don Gutiere was accustomed to visits of the kind from renegado Moors, who roamed the country as spies and

adalides, but the countenance of this man was quite unknown to him. He had a box strapped to his shoulders

containing divers articles of traffic, and appeared to be one of those itinerant traders who often resorted to

Alhama and the other garrison towns under pretext of vending trivial merchandise, such as amulets,

perfumes, and trinkets, but who often produced rich shawls, golden chains and necklaces, and valuable gems

The Moor requested a private conference with the clavero. "I have a precious jewel," said he, "to dispose of."

"For the sake of Him who died on the cross, the great prophet of your faith," said the Moor solemnly, "refuse

not my request; the jewel I speak of you alone can purchase, but I can only treat about it in secret."

Don Gutiere perceived there was something hidden under these mystic and figurative terms, in which the

Moors were often accustomed to talk. He motioned to his attendants to retire. When they were alone the

Moor looked cautiously around the apartment, and then, approaching close to the knight, demanded in a low

voice, "What will you give me if I deliver the fortress of Zalea into your hands?"

Don Gutiere looked with surprise at the humble individual that made such a suggestion.

"I have a brother in the garrison of Zalea," replied the Moor, "who for a proper compensation would admit a

Don Gutiere turned a scrutinizing eye upon the Moor. "What right have I to believe," said he, "that thou wilt

"I renounce all ties to them, either of blood or religion," replied the Moor; "my mother was a Christian

The doubts of Don Gutiere were not dispelled by this profession of mongrel Christianity. "Granting the

sincerity of thy conversion," said he, "art thou under no obligations of gratitude or duty to the alcayde of the

The eyes of the Moor flashed fire at the words; he gnashed his teeth with fury. "The alcayde," cried he, "is a

dog! He has deprived my brother of his just share of booty; he has robbed me of my merchandise, treated me

worse than a Jew when I murmured at his injustice, and ordered me to be thrust forth ignominiously from his

walls. May the curse of God fall upon my head if I rest content until I have full revenge!" "Enough," said Don

The good clavero called a council of his officers. The knights of Calatrava were unanimous for the

enterprisezealous to appease the manes of their slaughtered comrades. Don Gutiere reminded them of the

state of the garrison, enfeebled by their late loss and scarcely sufficient for the defence of the walls. The

cavaliers replied that there was no achievement without risk, and that there would have been no great actions

recorded in history had there not been daring spirits ready to peril life to gain renown.

Don Gutiere yielded to the wishes of his knights, for to have resisted any further might have drawn on him

the imputation of timidity: he ascertained by trusty spies that everything in Zalea remained in the usual state,

When the appointed night arrived all the cavaliers were anxious to engage in the enterprise, but the

individuals were decided by lot. They set out under the guidance of the Moor, and when they had arrived in

the vicinity of Zalea they bound his hands behind his back, and their leader pledged his knightly word to

strike him dead on the first sign of treachery. He then bade him to lead the way.

It was near midnight when they reached the walls of the fortress. They passed silently along until they found

themselves below the citadel. Here their guide made a low and preconcerted signal: it was answered from

above, and a cord let down from the wall. The knights attached to it a ladder, which was drawn up and

fastened. Gutiere Munoz was the first that mounted, followed by Pedro de Alvarado, both brave and hardy

soldiers. A handful succeeded: they were attacked by a party of guards, but held them at bay until more of

their comrades ascended; with their assistance they gained possession of a tower and part of the wall. The

garrison by this time was aroused, but before they could reach the scene of action most of the cavaliers were

within the battlements. A bloody contest raged for about an hourseveral of the Christians were slain, but

many of the Moors: at length the citadel was carried and the town submitted without resistance.

Thus did the gallant knights of Calatrava gain the strong town of Zalea with scarcely any loss, and atone for

the inglorious defeat of their companions by El Zagal. They found the magazines of the place well stored

with provisions, and were enabled to carry a seasonable supply to their own famishing garrison.

The tidings of this event reached the sovereigns just after the surrender of Cambil and Albahar. They were

greatly rejoiced at this additional success of their arms, and immediately sent strong reinforcements and

ample supplies for both Alhama and Zalea. They then dismissed the army for the winter. Ferdinand and

Isabella retired to Alcala de Henares, where the queen on the 16th of December, 1485, gave birth to the

princess Catharine, afterward wife of Henry VIII. of England. Thus prosperously terminated the checkered

Muley Abdallah el Zagal had been received with great acclamations at Granada on his return from defeating

the count de Cabra. He had endeavored to turn his victory to the greatest advantage with his subjects, giving

tilts and tournaments and other public festivities in which the Moors delighted. The loss of the castles of

Cambil and Albahar and of the fortress of Zalea, however, checked this sudden tide of popularity, and some

of the fickle populace began to doubt whether they had not been rather precipitate in deposing his brother,

That superannuated monarch remained in his faithful town of Almunecar, on the border of the Mediterranean,

surrounded by a few adherents, together with his wife Zoraya and his children, and he had all his treasures

safe in his possession. The fiery heart of the old king was almost burnt out, and all his powers of doing either

While in this passive and helpless state his brother, El Zagal, manifested a sudden anxiety for his health. He

had him removed, with all tenderness and care, to Salobrena, another fortress on the Mediterranean coast,

famous for its pure and salubrious air; and the alcayde, who was a devoted adherent to El Zagal, was charged

to have especial care that nothing was wanting to the comfort and solace of his brother.

Salobrena was a small town, situated on a lofty and rocky hill in the midst of a beautiful and fertile vega shut

up on three sides by mountains and opening on the fourth to the Mediterranean. It was protected by strong

walls and a powerful castle, and, being deemed impregnable, was often used by the Moorish kings as a place

of deposit for their treasures. They were accustomed also to assign it as a residence for such of their sons and

brothers as might endanger the security of their reign. Here the princes lived in luxurious repose: they had

delicious gardens, perfumed baths, a harem of beauties at their commandnothing was denied them but the

liberty to depart: that alone was wanting to render this abode an earthly paradise.

Such was the delightful place appointed by El Zagal for the residence of his brother, but, notwithstanding its

wonderful salubrity, the old monarch had not been removed thither many days before he expired. There was

nothing extraordinary in his death: life with him had long been glimmering in the socket, and for some time

past he might rather have been numbered with the dead than with the living. The public, however, are fond of

seeing things in a sinister and mysterious point of view, and there were many dark surmises as to the cause of

this event. El Zagal acted in a manner to heighten these suspicions: he caused the treasures of his deceased

brother to be packed on mules and brought to Granada, where he took possession of them, to the exclusion of

the children of Abul Hassan. The sultana Zoraya and her two sons were lodged in the Alhambra, in the Tower

of Comares. This was a residence in a palace, but it had proved a royal prison to the sultana Ayxa la Horra

and her youthful son Boabdil. There the unhappy Zoraya had time to meditate upon the disappointment of all

those ambitious schemes for herself and children for which she had stained her conscience with so many

The corpse of old Muley was also brought to Granadanot in state becoming the remains of a

oncepowerful sovereign, but transported on a mule, like the corpse of the poorest peasant. It received no

honor or ceremonial from El Zagal, and appears to have been interred obscurely to prevent any popular

sensation; and it is recorded by an ancient and faithful chronicler of the time that the body of the old monarch

was deposited by two Christian captives in his osario or charnelhouse.* Such was the end of the turbulent

Muley Abul Hassan, who, after passing his life in constant contests for empire, could scarce gain quiet

No sooner were the populace well assured that old Muley Abul Hassan was dead and beyond recovery than

they all began to extol his memory and deplore his loss. They admitted that he had been fierce and cruel, but

then he had been brave; he had, to be sure, pulled this war upon their heads, but he had likewise been crushed

by it. In a word, he was dead, and his death atoned or every fault; for a king recently dead is generally either a

In proportion as they ceased to hate old Muley they began to hate his brother. The circumstances of the old

king's death, the eagerness to appropriate his treasures, the scandalous neglect of his corpse, and the

imprisonment of his sultana and children, all filled the public mind with gloomy suspicions, and the epithet

of Fratricide was sometimes substituted for that of El Zagal in the low murmurings of the people.

As the public must always have some object to like as well as to hate, there began once more to be an inquiry

after their fugitive king, Boabdil el Chico. That unfortunate monarch was still at Cordova, existing on the

cool courtesy and meagre friendship of Ferdinand, which had waned exceedingly ever since Boabdil had

ceased to have any influence in his late dominions. The reviving interest expressed in his fate by the Moorish

public, and certain secret overtures made to him, once more aroused the sympathy of Ferdinand: he advised

Boabdil again to set up his standard within the frontiers of Granada, and furnished him with money and

means for the purpose. Boabdil advanced but a little way into his late territories; he took up his post at Velez

el Blanco, a strong town on the confines of Murcia: there he established the shadow of a court, and stood, as

it were, with one foot over the border, and ready to draw that back upon the least alarm. His presence in the

kingdom, however, and his assumption of royal state gave life to his faction in Granada. The inhabitants of

the Albaycin, the poorest but most warlike part of the populace, were generally in his favor: the more rich,

courtly, and aristocratical inhabitants of the quarter of the Alhambra rallied round what appeared to be the

most stable authority and supported the throne of El Zagal. So it is in the admirable order of sublunary

affairs: everything seeks its kind; the rich befriend the rich, the powerful stand by the powerful, the poor

Great and glorious was the style with which the Catholic sovereigns opened another year's campaign of this

eventful war. It was like commencing another act of a stately and heroic drama, where the curtain rises to the

inspiring sound of martial melody and the whole stage glitters with the array of warriors and the pomp of

arms. The ancient city of Cordova was the place appointed by the sovereigns for the assemblage of the

troops; and early in the spring of 1486 the fair valley of the Guadalquivir resounded with the shrill blast of

trumpet and the impatient neighing of the warhorse. In this splendid era of Spanish chivalry there was a

rivalship among the nobles who most should distinguish himself by the splendor of his appearance and the

number and equipments of his feudal followers. Every day beheld some cavalier of note, the representative of

some proud and powerful house, entering the gates of Cordova with sound of trumpet, and displaying his

banner and device renowned in many a contest. He would appear in sumptuous array, surrounded by pages

and lackeys no less gorgeously attired, and followed by a host of vassals and retainers, horse and foot, all

Such was the state of Don Inigo Lopez de Mendoza, duke of Infantado, who may be cited as a picture of a

warlike noble of those times. He brought with him five hundred menatarms of his household armed and

mounted "a la gineta" and "a la guisa." The cavaliers who attended him were magnificently armed and

dressed. The housings of fifty of his horses were of rich cloth embroidered with gold, and others were of

brocade. The sumpter mules had housings of the same, with halters of silk, while the bridles, headpieces,

The camp equipage of these noble and luxurious warriors was equally magnificent. Their tents were gay

pavilions of various colors, fitted up with silken hangings and decorated with fluttering pennons. They had

vessels of gold and silver for the service of their tables, as if they were about to engage in a course of stately

feasts and courtly revels, instead of the stern encounters of rugged and mountainous warfare. Sometimes they

passed through the streets of Cordova at night in splendid cavalcade, with great numbers of lighted torches,

the rays of which, falling upon polished armor and nodding plumes and silken scarfs and trappings of golden

But it was not the chivalry of Spain alone which thronged the streets of Cordova. The fame of this war had

spread throughout Christendom: it was considered a kind of crusade, and Catholic knights from all parts

hastened to signalize themselves in so holy a cause. There were several valiant chevaliers from France,

among whom the most distinguished was Gaston du Leon, seneschal of Toulouse. With him came a gallant

train, well armed and mounted and decorated with rich surcoats and panaches of feathers. These cavaliers, it

is said, eclipsed all others in the light festivities of the court: they were devoted to the fair, but not after the

solemn and passionate manner of the Spanish lovers; they were gay, gallant, and joyous in their amours, and

captivated by the vivacity of their attacks. They were at first held in light estimation by the grave and stately

Spanish knights until they made themselves to be respected by their wonderful prowess in the field.

The most conspicuous of the volunteers, however, who appeared in Cordova on this occasion was an English

knight of royal connection. This was the Lord Scales, earl of Rivers, brother to the queen of England, wife of

Henry VII. He had distinguished himself in the preceding year at the battle of Bosworth Field, where Henry

Tudor, then earl of Richmond, overcame Richard III. That decisive battle having left the country at peace, the

earl of Rivers, having conceived a passion for warlike scenes, repaired to the Castilian court to keep his arms

in exercise in a campaign against the Moors. He brought with him a hundred archers, all dextrous with the

longbow and the clothyard arrow; also two hundred yeomen, armed capapie, who fought with pike and

battleaxemen robust of frame and of prodigious strength. The worthy padre Fray Antonio Agapida

describes this stranger knight and his followers with his accustomed accuracy and minuteness.

"This cavalier," he observes, "was from the far island of England, and brought with him a train of his vassals,

men who had been hardened in certain civil wars which raged in their country. They were a comely race of

men, but too fair and fresh for warriors, not having the sunburnt, warlike hue of our old Castilian soldiery.

They were huge feeders also and deep carousers, and could not accommodate themselves to the sober diet of

our troops, but must fain eat and drink after the manner of their own country. They were often noisy and

unruly also in their wassail, and their quarter of the camp was prone to be a scene of loud revel and sudden

brawl. They were, withal, of great pride, yet it was not like our inflammable Spanish pride: they stood not

much upon the "pundonor," the high punctilio, and rarely drew the stiletto in their disputes, but their pride

was silent and contumelious. Though from a remote and somewhat barbarous island, they believed

themselves the most perfect men upon earth, and magnified their chieftain, the Lord Scales, beyond the

greatest of their grandees. With all this, it must be said of them that they were marvellous good men in the

field, dextrous archers and powerful with the battleaxe. In their great pride and selfwill they always sought

to press in the advance and take the post of danger, trying to outvie our Spanish chivalry. They did not rush

on fiercely to the fight, nor make a brilliant onset like the Moorish and Spanish troops, but they went into the

fight deliberately and persisted obstinately and were slow to find out when they were beaten. Withal, they

were much esteemed, yet little liked, by our soldiery, who considered them stanch companions in the field,

"Their commander, Lord Scales, was an accomplished cavalier, of gracious and noble presence and fair

speech: it was a marvel to see so much courtesy in a knight brought up so far from our Castilian court. He

was much honored by the king and queen, and found great favor with the fair dames about the court, who,

indeed, are rather prone to be pleased with foreign cavaliers. He went always in costly state, attended by

pages and esquires, and accompanied by noble young cavaliers of his country, who had enrolled themselves

under his banner to learn the gentle exercise of arms. In all pageants and festivals the eyes of the populace

were attracted by the singular bearing and rich array of the English earl and his train, who prided themselves

in always appearing in the garb and manner of their country, and were, indeed, something very magnificent,

The worthy chronicler is no less elaborate in his description of the masters of Santiago, Calatrava, and

Alcantara and their valiant knights, armed at all points and decorated with the badges of their orders. These,

he affirms, were the flower of Christian chivalry: being constantly in service, they became more steadfast and

accomplished in discipline than the irregular and temporary levies of the feudal nobles. Calm, solemn, and

stately, they sat like towers upon their powerful chargers. On parades they manifested none of the show and

ostentation of the other troops; neither in battle did they endeavor to signalize themselves by any fiery

vivacity or desperate and vainglorious exploit: everything with them was measured and sedate, yet it was

observed that none were more warlike in their appearance in the camp or more terrible for their achievements

The gorgeous magnificence of the Spanish nobles found but little favor in the eyes of the sovereigns. They

saw that it caused a competition in expense ruinous to cavaliers of moderate fortune, and they feared that a

softness and effeminacy might thus be introduced incompatible with the stern nature of the war. They

signified their disapprobation to several of the principal noblemen, and recommended a more sober and

"These are rare troops for a tourney, my lord," said Ferdinand to the duke of Infantado as he beheld his

retainers glittering in gold and embroidery, "but gold, though gorgeous, is soft and yielding: iron is the metal

"Sire," replied the duke, "if my men parade in gold, Your Majesty will find they fight with steel." The king

It remains now to reveal the immediate object of this mighty and chivalrous preparation, which had, in fact,

the gratification of a royal pique at bottom. The severe lesson which Ferdinand had received from the veteran

Ali Atar before the walls of Loxa, though it had been of great service in rendering him wary in his attacks

upon fortified places, yet rankled sorely in his mind, and he had ever since held Loxa in peculiar odium. It

was, in truth, one of the most belligerent and troublesome cities on the borders, incessantly harassing

Andalusia by its incursions. It also intervened between the Christian territories and Alhama and other

important places gained in the kingdom of Granada. For all these reasons King Ferdinand had determined to

make another grand attempt upon this warrior city, and for this purpose had summoned to the field his most

It was in the month of May that the king sallied from Cordova at the head of his army. He had twelve

thousand cavalry and forty thousand footsoldiers armed with crossbows, lances, and arquebuses. There were

six thousand pioneers with hatchets, pickaxes, and crowbars for levelling roads. He took with him also a great

train of lombards and other heavy artillery, with a body of Germans skilled in the service of ordnance and the

It was a glorious spectacle (says Fray Antonio Agapida) to behold this pompous pageant issuing forth from

Cordova, the pennons and devices of the proudest houses of Spain, with those of gallant stranger knights,

fluttering above a sea of crests and plumesto see it slowly moving, with flash of helm and cuirass and

buckler, across the ancient bridge and reflected in the waters of the Guadalquivir, while the neigh of steed

and blast of trumpet vibrated in the air and resounded to the distant mountains. "But, above all," concludes

the good father, with his accustomed zeal, "it was triumphant to behold the standard of the faith everywhere

displayed, and to reflect that this was no worldlyminded army, intent upon some temporal scheme of

ambition or revenge, but a Christian host bound on a crusade to extirpate the vile seed of Mahomet from the

While perfect unity of object and harmony of operation gave power to the Christian arms, the devoted

kingdom of Granada continued a prey to internal feuds. The transient popularity of El Zagal had declined

ever since the death of his brother, and the party of Boabdil was daily gaining strength; the Albaycin and the

Alhambra were again arrayed against each other in deadly strife, and the streets of unhappy Granada were

daily dyed in the blood of her children. In the midst of these dissensions tidings arrived of the formidable

army assembling at Cordova. The rival factions paused in their infatuated brawls, and were roused to a

temporary sense of the common danger. They forthwith resorted to their old expedient of newmodelling

their government, or rather of making and unmaking kings. The elevation of El Zagal to the throne had not

produced the desired effect; what, then, was to be done? Recall Boabdil el Chico and acknowledge him again

as sovereign? While they were in a popular tumult of deliberation Hamet Aben Zarrax, surnamed El Santo,

rose among them. This was the same wild, melancholy man who had predicted the woes of Granada. He

issued from one of the caverns of the adjacent height which overhangs the Darro, and has since been called

the Holy Mountain. His appearance was more haggard than ever, for the unheeded spirit of prophecy seemed

to have turned inwardly and preyed upon his vitals. "Beware, O Moslems," exclaimed he, "of men who are

eager to govern, yet are unable to protect. Why slaughter each other for El Chico or El Zagal? Let your kings

renounce their contests, unite for the salvation of Granada, or let them be deposed."

Hamet Aben Zarrax had long been revered as a sainthe was now considered an oracle. The old men and

the nobles immediately consulted together how the two rival kings might be brought to accord. They had

tried most expedients: it was now determined to divide the kingdom between them, giving Granada, Malaga,

Velez Malaga, Almeria, Almunecar, and their dependencies to El Zagal, and the residue to Boabdil el Chico.

Among the cities granted to the latter Loxa was particularly specified, with a condition that he should

immediately take command of it in person, for the council thought the favor he enjoyed with the Castilian

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El Zagal readily agreed to this arrangement: he had been hastily elevated to the throne by an ebullition of the

people, and might be as hastily cast down again. It secured him one half of a kingdom to which he had no

hereditary right, and he trusted to force or fraud to gain the other half hereafter. The wily old monarch even

sent a deputation to his nephew, making a merit of offering him cheerfully the half which he had thus been

compelled to relinquish, and inviting him to enter into an amicable coalition for the good of the country.

The heart of Boabdil shrank from all connection with a man who had sought his life, and whom he regarded

as the murderer of his kindred. He accepted one half of the kingdom as an offer from the nation, not to be

rejected by a prince who scarcely held possession of the ground he stood on. He asserted, nevertheless, his

absolute right to the whole, and only submitted to the partition out of anxiety for the present good of his

people. He assembled his handful of adherents and prepared to hasten to Loxa. As he mounted his horse to

depart, Hamet Aben Zarrax stood suddenly before him. "Be true to thy country and thy faith," cried he; "hold

no further communication with these Christian dogs. Trust not the hollowhearted friendship of the Castilian

king; he is mining the earth beneath thy feet. Choose one of two things: be a sovereign or a slavethou canst

Boabdil ruminated on these words; he made many wise resolutions, but he was prone always to act from the

impulse of the moment, and was unfortunately given to temporize in his policy. He wrote to Ferdinand,

informing him that Loxa and certain other cities had returned to their allegiance, and that he held them as

vassal to the Castilian Crown, according to their convention. He conjured him, therefore, to refrain from any

meditated attack, offering free passage to the Spanish army to Malaga or any other place under the dominion

Ferdinand turned a deaf ear to the entreaty and to all professions of friendship and vassalage. Boabdil was

nothing to him but as an instrument for stirring up the flames of civil war. He now insisted that he had

entered into a hostile league with his uncle, and had consequently forfeited all claims to his indulgence; and

he prosecuted with the greater earnestness his campaign against the city of Loxa.

"Thus," observes the worthy Fray Antonio Agapida, "thus did this most sagacious sovereign act upon the text

in the eleventh chapter of the evangelist St. Luke, that 'a kingdom divided against itself cannot stand.' He had

induced these infidels to waste and destroy themselves by internal dissensions, and finally cast forth the

survivor, while the Moorish monarchs by their ruinous contests made good the old Castilian proverb in cases

of civil war, 'El vencido vencido, y el vencidor perdido' (the conquered conquered, and the conqueror

The royal army on its march against Loxa lay encamped one pleasant evening in May in a meadow on the

banks of the river Yeguas, around the foot of a lofty cliff called the Rock of the Lovers. The quarters of each

nobleman formed as it were a separate little encampment, his stately pavilion, surmounted by his fluttering

pennon, rising above the surrounding tents of his vassals and retainers. A little apart from the others, as it

were in proud reserve, was the encampment of the English earl. It was sumptuous in its furniture and

complete in all its munitions. Archers and soldiers armed with battleaxes kept guard around it, while above

the standard of England rolled out its ample folds and flapped in the evening breeze.

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The mingled sounds of various tongues and nations were heard from the soldiery as they watered their horses

in the stream or busied themselves round the fires which began to glow here and there in the twilightthe

gay chanson of the Frenchman, singing of his amours on the pleasant banks of the Loire or the sunny regions

of the Garonne; the broad guttural tones of the German, chanting some doughty "krieger lied" or extolling the

vintage of the Rhine; the wild romance of the Spaniard, reciting the achievements of the Cid and many a

famous passage of the Moorish wars; and the long and melancholy ditty of the Englishman, treating of some

On a rising ground, commanding a view of the whole encampment, stood the ample and magnificent pavilion

of the king, with the banner of Castile and Aragon and the holy standard of the cross erected before it. In this

tent there assembled the principal commanders of the army, having been summoned by Ferdinand to a

council of war on receiving tidings that Boabdil had thrown himself into Loxa with a considerable

reinforcement. After some consultation it was determined to invest Loxa on both sides: one part of the army

should seize upon the dangerous but commanding height of Santo Albohacen in front of the city, while the

No sooner was this resolved upon than the marques of Cadiz stood forth and claimed the post of danger in

behalf of himself and those cavaliers, his companionsinarms, who had been compelled to relinquish it by

the general retreat of the army on the former siege. The enemy had exulted over them as if driven from it in

disgrace. To regain that perilous height, to pitch their tents upon it, and to avenge the blood of their valiant

compeer, the master of Calatrava, who had fallen upon it, was due to their fame: the marques demanded,

therefore, that they might lead the advance and secure that height, engaging to hold the enemy employed until

King Ferdinand readily granted his permission, upon which the count de Cabra entreated to be admitted to a

share of the enterprise. He had always been accustomed to serve in the advance, and now that Boabdil was in

the field and a king was to be taken, he could not content himself with remaining in the rear. Ferdinand

yielded his consent, for he was disposed to give the good count every opportunity to retrieve his late disaster.

The English earl, when he heard there was an enterprise of danger in question, was hot to be admitted to the

party, but the king restrained his ardor. "These cavaliers," said he, "conceive that they have an account to

settle with their pride; let them have the enterprise to themselves, my lord: if you follow these Moorish wars

The marques of Cadiz and his companionsinarms struck their tents before daybreak; they were five

thousand horse and twelve thousand foot, and marched rapidly along the defiles of the mountains, the

cavaliers being anxious to strike the blow and get possession of the height of Albohacen before the king with

The city of Loxa stands on a high hill between two mountains on the banks of the Xenil. To attain the height

of Albohacen the troops had to pass over a tract of rugged and broken country and a deep valley intersected

by those canals and watercourses with which the Moors irrigated their lands: they were extremely

embarrassed in this part of their march, and in imminent risk of being cut up in detail before they could reach

The count de Cabra, with his usual eagerness, endeavored to push across this valley in defiance of every

obstacle: he, in consequence, soon became entangled with his cavalry among the canals, but his impatience

would not permit him to retrace his steps and choose a more practicable but circuitous route. Others slowly

crossed another part of the valley by the aid of pontoons, while the marques of Cadiz, Don Alonso de

Aguilar, and the count de Urena, being more experienced in the ground from their former campaign, made a

circuit round the bottom of the height, and, winding up it, began to display their squadrons and elevate their

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banners on the redoubtable post which in their former siege they had been compelled so reluctantly to

The advance of the Christian army upon Loxa threw the wavering Boabdil el Chico into one of his usual

dilemmas, and he was greatly perplexed between his oath of allegiance to the Spanish sovereigns and his

sense of duty to his subjects. His doubts were determined by the sight of the enemy glittering upon the height

of Albohacen and by the clamors of the people to be led forth to battle. "Allah," exclaimed he, "thou knowest

my heart: thou knowest I have been true in my faith to this Christian monarch. I have offered to hold Loxa as

his vassal, but he has preferred to approach it as an enemy: on his head be the infraction of our treaty!"

Boabdil was not wanting in courage; he only needed decision. When he had once made up his mind he acted

vigorously; the misfortune was, he either did not make it up at all or he made it up too late. He who decides

tardily generally acts rashly, endeavoring to make up by hurry of action for slowness of deliberation. Boabdil

hastily buckled on his armor and sallied forth surrounded by his guards, and at the head of five hundred horse

and four thousand foot, the flower of his army. Some he detached to skirmish with the Christians, who were

scattered and perplexed in the valley, and to prevent their concentrating their forces, while with his main

body he pressed forward to drive the enemy from the height of Albohacen before they had time to collect

The worthy count de Cabra was yet entangled with his cavalry among the watercourses of the valley when

he heard the warcries of the Moors and saw their army rushing over the bridge. He recognized Boabdil

himself, by his splendid armor, the magnificent caparison of his steed, and the brilliant guard which

surrounded him. The royal host swept on toward the height of Albohacen: an intervening hill hid it from his

sight, but loud shouts and cries, the din of drums and trumpets, and the reports of arquebuses gave note that

Here was a royal prize in the field, and the count de Cabra unable to get into the action! The good cavalier

was in an agony of impatience; every attempt to force his way across the valley only plunged him into new

difficulties. At length, after many eager but ineffectual efforts, he was obliged to order his troops to dismount,

and slowly and carefully to lead their horses back along slippery paths and amid plashes of mire and water

where often there was scarce a foothold. The good count groaned in spirit and sweat with mere impatience as

he went, fearing the battle might be fought and the prize won or lost before he could reach the field. Having

at length toilfully unravelled the mazes of the valley and arrived at firmer ground, he ordered his troops to

mount, and led them full gallop to the height. Part of the good count's wishes were satisfied, but the dearest

were disappointed: he came in season to partake of the very hottest of the fight, but the royal prize was no

Boabdil had led on his men with impetuous valor, or rather with hurried rashness. Heedlessly exposing

himself in the front of the battle, he received two wounds in the very first encounter. His guards rallied round

him, defended him with matchless valor, and bore him bleeding out of the action. The count de Cabra arrived

just in time to see the loyal squadron crossing the bridge and slowly conveying their disabled monarch

The departure of Boabdil made no difference in the fury of the battle. A Moorish warrior, dark and terrible in

aspect, mounted on a black charger, and followed by a band of savage Gomeres, rushed forward to take the

lead. It was Hamet el Zegri, the fierce alcayde of Ronda, with the remnant of his onceredoubtable garrison.

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Animated by his example, the Moors renewed their assaults upon the height. It was bravely defended, on one

side by the marques of Cadiz, on another by Don Alonso de Aguilar, and as fast as the Moors ascended they

were driven back and dashed down the declivities. The count de Urena took his stand upon the fatal spot

where his brother had fallen; his followers entered with zeal into the feelings of their commander, and heaps

of the enemy sunk beneath their weaponssacrifices to the manes of the lamented master of Calatrava.

The battle continued with incredible obstinacy. The Moors knew the importance of the height to the safety of

the city; the cavaliers felt their honors staked to maintain it. Fresh supplies of troops were poured out of the

city: some battled on the height, while some attacked the Christians who were still in the valley and among

the orchards and gardens to prevent their uniting their forces. The troops in the valley were gradually driven

back, and the whole host of the Moors swept around the height of Albohacen. The situation of the marques de

Cadiz and his companions was perilous in the extreme: they were a mere handful, and, while fighting hand to

hand with the Moors who assailed the height, were galled from a distance by the crossbows and arquebuses

of a host that augmented each moment in number. At this critical juncture King Ferdinand emerged from the

mountains with the main body of the army, and advanced to an eminence commanding a full view of the field

of action. By his side was the noble English cavalier, the earl of Rivers. This was the first time he had

witnessed a scene of Moorish warfare. He looked with eager interest at the chancemedley fight before him,

where there was the wild career of cavalry, the irregular and tumultuous rush of infantry, and where Christian

and Moor were intermingled in deadly struggle. The high blood of the English knight mounted at the sight,

and his soul was stirred within him by the confused warcries, the clangor of drums and trumpets, and the

reports of arquebuses. Seeing that the king was sending a reinforcement to the field, he entreated permission

to mingle in the affray and fight according to the fashion of his country. His request being granted, he

alighted from his steed: he was merely armed "en blanco"that is to say, with morion, backpiece, and

breastplatehis sword was girded by his side, and in his hand he wielded a powerful battleaxe. He was

followed by a body of his yeomen armed in like manner, and by a band of archers with bows made of the

tough English yew tree. The earl turned to his troops and addressed then briefly and bluntly, according to the

manner of his country. "Remember, my merry men all," said he, "the eyes of strangers are upon you; you are

in a foreign land, fighting for the glory of God and the honor of merry old England!" A loud shout was the

reply. The earl waved his battle axe over his head. "St. George for England!" cried he, and to the inspiring

sound of this old English warcry he and his followers rushed down to the battle with manly and courageous

hearts.* They soon made their way into the midst of the enemy, but when engaged in the hottest of the fight

they made no shouts nor outcries. They pressed steadily forward, dealing their blows to right and left, hewing

down the Moors and cutting their way with their battle axes like woodmen in a forest; while the archers,

pressing into the opening they made, plied their bows vigorously and spread death on every side.

When the Castilian mountaineers beheld the valor of the English yeomanry, they would not be outdone in

hardihood. They could not vie with them in weight or bulk, but for vigor and activity they were surpassed by

none. They kept pace with them, therefore, with equal heart and rival prowess, and gave a brave support to

The Moors were confounded by the fury of these assaults and disheartened by the loss of Hamet el Zegri,

who was carried wounded from the field. They gradually fell back upon the bridge; the Christians followed

up their advantage, and drove them over it tumultuously. The Moors retreated into the suburb, and Lord

Rivers and his troops entered with them pellmell, fighting in the streets and in the houses. King Ferdinand

came up to the scene of action with his royal guard, and the infidels were driven within the city walls. Thus

were the suburbs gained by the hardihood of the English lord, without such an event having been

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The earl of Rivers, notwithstanding he had received a wound, still urged forward in the attack. He penetrated

almost to the city gate, in defiance of a shower of missiles that slew many of his followers. A stone hurled

from the battlements checked his impetuous career: it struck him in the face, dashed out two of his front teeth,

and laid him senseless on the earth. He was removed to a short distance by his men, but, recovering his

When the contest was over the streets presented a piteous spectacle, so many of their inhabitants had died in

the defence of their thresholds or been slaughtered without resistance. Among the victims was a poor weaver

who had been at work in his dwelling at this turbulent moment. His wife urged him to fly into the city. "Why

should I fly?" said the Moor"to be reserved for hunger and slavery? I tell you, wife, I will await the foe

here, for better is it to die quickly by the steel than to perish piecemeal in chains and dungeons." He said no

more, but resumed his occupation of weaving, and in the indiscriminate fury of the assault was slaughtered at

The Christians remained masters of the field, and proceeded to pitch three encampments for the prosecution

of the siege. The king, with the great body of the army, took a position on the side of the city next to

Granada; the marques of Cadiz and his brave companions once more pitched their tents upon the height of

Santo Albohacen; but the English earl planted his standard sturdily within the suburb he had taken.

Having possession of the heights of Albohacen and the suburb of the city, the Christians were enabled to

choose the most favorable situations for their batteries. They immediately destroyed the stone bridge by

which the garrison had made its sallies, and they threw two wooden bridges across the river and others over

the canals and streams, so as to establish an easy communication between the different camps.

When all was arranged a heavy fire was opened upon the city from various points. They threw not only balls

of stone and iron, but great carcasses of fire, which burst like meteors on the houses, wrapping them instantly

in a blaze. The walls were shattered and the towers toppled down by tremendous discharges from the

lombards. Through the openings thus made they could behold the interior of the cityhouses tumbling or in

flames, men, women, and children flying in terror through the streets, and slaughtered by the shower of

missiles sent through the openings from smaller artillery and from crossbows and arquebuses.

The Moors attempted to repair the breaches, but fresh discharges from the lombards buried them beneath the

ruins of the walls they were mending. In their despair many of the inhabitants rushed forth into the narrow

streets of the suburbs and assailed the Christians with darts, scimetars, and poniards, seeking to destroy rather

than defend, and heedless of death in the confidence that to die fighting with an unbeliever was to be

For two nights and a day this awful scene continued, when certain of the principal inhabitants began to reflect

upon the hopelessness of the conflict: their king was disabled, their principal captains were either killed or

wounded, their fortifications little better than heaps of ruins. They had urged the unfortunate Boabdil to the

conflict; they now clamored for a capitulation. A parley was procured from the Christian monarch, and the

terms of surrender were soon adjusted. They were to yield up the city immediately, with all their Christian

captives, and to sally forth with as much of their property as they could take with them. The marques of

Cadiz, on whose honor and humanity they had great reliance, was to escort them to Granada to protect them

from assault or robbery: such as chose to remain in Spain were to be permitted to reside in Castile, Aragon, or

Valencia. As to Boabdil el Chico, he was to do homage as vassal to King Ferdinand, but no charge was to be

urged against him of having violated his former pledge. If he should yield up all pretensions to Granada, the

title of duke of Guadix was to be assigned to him and the territory thereto annexed, provided it should be

of the city and the principal officers, together with the sons of their late chieftain, the veteran Ali Atar. The

warriors of Loxa then issued forth, humbled and dejected at having to surrender those walls which they had

so long maintained with valor and renown, and the women and children filled the air with lamentations at

Last came forth Boabdil, most truly called El Zogoybi, the Unlucky. Accustomed, as he was, to be crowned

and uncrowned, to be ransomed and treated as a matter of bargain, he had acceded of course to the

capitulation. He was enfeebled by his wounds and had an air of dejection, yet, it is said, his conscience

acquitted him of a breach of faith toward the Castilian sovereigns, and the personal valor he had displayed

had caused a sympathy for him among many of the Christian cavaliers. He knelt to Ferdinand according to

the forms of vassalage, and then departed in melancholy mood for Priego, a town about three leagues distant.

Ferdinand immediately ordered Loxa to be repaired and strongly garrisoned. He was greatly elated at the

capture of this place, in consequence of his former defeat before its walls. He passed great encomiums upon

the commanders who had distinguished themselves, and historians dwelt particularly upon his visit to the tent

of the English earl. His Majesty consoled him for the loss of his teeth by the consideration that he might

otherwise have lost them by natural decay, whereas the lack of them would now be esteemed a beauty rather

than a defect, serving as a trophy of the glorious cause in which he had been engaged.

The earl replied that he gave thanks to God and to the Holy Virgin for being thus honored by a visit from the

most potent king in Christendom; that he accepted with all gratitude his gracious consolation for the loss of

his teeth, though he held it little to lose two teeth in the service of God, who had given him all"A speech,"

says Fray Antonio Agapida, "full of most courtly wit and Christian piety; and one only marvels that it should

King Ferdinand followed up his victory at Loxa by laying siege to the strong town of Illora. This redoubtable

fortress was perched upon a high rock in the midst of a spacious valley. It was within four leagues of the

Moorish capital, and its lofty castle, keeping vigilant watch over a wide circuit of country, was termed the

The alcayde of Illora was one of the bravest of the Moorish commanders, and made every preparation to

defend his fortress to the last extremity. He sent the women and children, the aged and infirm, to the

metropolis. He placed barricades in the suburbs, opened doors of communication from house to house, and

pierced their walls with loopholes for the discharge of crossbows, arquebuses, and other missiles.

King Ferdinand arrived before the place with all his forces; he stationed himself upon the hill of Encinilla,

and distributed the other encampments in various situations so as to invest the fortress. Knowing the valiant

character of the alcayde and the desperate courage of the Moors, he ordered the encampments to be fortified

with trenches and palisadoes, the guards to be doubled, and sentinels to be placed in all the watchtowers of

When all was ready the duke del Infantado demanded the attack: it was his first campaign, and he was

anxious to disprove the royal insinuation made against the hardihood of his embroidered chivalry. King

Ferdinand granted his demand, with a becoming compliment to his spirit; he ordered the count de Cabra to

make a simultaneous attack upon a different quarter. Both chiefs led forth their troops those of the duke in

fresh and brilliant armor, richly ornamented, and as yet uninjured by the service of the field; those of the

count were weatherbeaten veterans, whose armor was dented and hacked in many a hardfought battle. The

youthful duke blushed at the contrast. "Cavaliers," cried he, "we have been reproached with the finery of our

array: let us prove that a trenchant blade may rest in a gilded sheath. Forward! to the foe! and I trust in God

that as we enter this affray knights well accoutred, so we shall leave it cavaliers well proved." His men

responded by eager acclamations, and the duke led them forward to the assault. He advanced under a

tremendous shower of stones, darts, balls, and arrows, but nothing could check his career; he entered the

suburb sword in hand; his men fought furiously, though with great loss, for every dwelling had been turned

into a fortress. After a severe conflict they succeeded in driving the Moors into the town about the same time

that the other suburb was carried by the count de Cabra and his veterans. The troops of the duke del Infantado

came out of the contest thinned in number and covered with blood and dust and wounds; they received the

highest encomiums of the king, and there was never afterward any sneer at their embroidery.

The suburbs being taken, three batteries, each furnished with eight huge lombards, were opened upon the

fortress. The damage and havoc were tremendous, for the fortifications had not been constructed to withstand

such engines. The towers were overthrown, the walls battered to pieces; the interior of the place was all

exposed, houses were demolished, and many people slain. The Moors were terrified by the tumbling ruins

and the tremendous din. The alcayde had resolved to defend the place until the last extremity: he beheld it a

heap of rubbish; there was no prospect of aid from Granada; his people had lost all spirit to fight and were

vociferous for a surrender; with a reluctant heart he capitulated. The inhabitants were permitted to depart with

all their effects, excepting their arms, and were escorted in safety by the duke del Infantado and the count de

King Ferdinand gave directions to repair the fortifications of Illora and to place it in a strong state of defence.

He left as alcayde of the town and fortress Gonsalvo de Cordova, younger brother of Don Alonso de Aguilar.

This gallant cavalier was captain of the royal guards of Ferdinand and Isabella, and gave already proofs of

The war of Granada, however poets may embroider it with the flowers of their fancy, was certainly one of the

sternest of those iron conflicts which have been celebrated under the name of "holy wars." The worthy Fray

Antonio Agapida dwells with unsated delight upon the succession of rugged mountainenterprises, bloody

battles, and merciless sackings and ravages which characterized it; yet we find him on one occasion pausing

in the full career of victory over the infidels to detail a stately pageant of the Catholic sovereigns.

Immediately on the capture of Loxa, Ferdinand had written to Isabella, soliciting her presence at the camp

that he might consult with her as to the disposition of their newlyacquired territories.

It was in the early part of June that the queen departed from Codova with the princess Isabella and numerous

ladies of her court. She had a glorious attendance of cavaliers and pages, with many guards and domestics.

As this courtly cavalcade approached the Rock of the Lovers on the banks of the river Yeguas, they beheld a

splendid train of knights advancing to meet them. It was headed by that accomplished cavalier the

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marquesduke de Cadiz, accompanied by the adelantado of Andalusia. He had left the camp the day after the

capture of Illora, and advanced thus far to receive the queen and escort her over the borders. The queen

received the marques with distinguished honor, for he was esteemed the mirror of chivalry. His actions in this

war had become the theme of every tongue, and many hesitated not to compare him in prowess with the

Thus gallantly attended, the queen entered the vanquished frontier of Granada, journeying securely along the

pleasant banks of the Xenil, so lately subject to the scourings of the Moors. She stopped at Loxa, where she

administered aid and consolation to the wounded, distributing money among them for their support according

The king after the capture of Illora had removed his camp before the fortress of Moclin, with an intention of

besieging it. Thither the queen proceeded, still escorted through the mountainroads by the marques of Cadiz.

As Isabella drew near to the camp the duke del Infantado issued forth a league and a half to receive her,

magnificently arrayed and followed by all his chivalry in glorious attire. With him came the standard of

Seville, borne by the men atarms of that renowned city, and the prior of St. Juan with his followers. They

ranged themselves in order of battle on the left of the road by which the queen was to pass.

The worthy Agapida is loyally minute in his description of the state and grandeur of the Catholic sovereigns.

The queen rode a chestnut mule, seated in a magnificent saddlechair decorated with silver gilt. The housings

of the mule were of fine crimson cloth, the borders embroidered with gold, the reins and headpiece were of

satin, curiously embossed with needlework of silk and wrought with golden letters. The queen wore a brial or

regal skirt of velvet, under which were others of brocade; a scarlet mantle, ornamented in the Moresco

fashion; and a black hat, embroidered round the crown and brim. The infanta was likewise mounted on a

chestnut mule richly caparisoned: she wore a brial or skirt of black brocade and a black mantle ornamented

When the royal cavalcade passed by the chivalry of the duke del Infantado, which was drawn out in battle

array, the queen made a reverence to the standard of Seville and ordered it to pass to the right hand. When she

approached the camp the multitude ran forth to meet her with great demonstrations of joy, for she was

universally beloved by her subjects. All the battalions sallied forth in military array, bearing the various

standards and banners of the camp, which were lowered in salutation as she passed.

The king now came forth in royal state, mounted on a superb chestnut horse and attended by many grandees

of Castile. He wore a jubon or close vest of crimson cloth, with cuisses or short skirts of yellow satin, a loose

cassock of brocade, a rich Moorish scimetar, and a hat with plumes. The grandees who attended him were

These high and mighty princes (says Antonio Agapida) regarded each other with great deference as allied

sovereigns, rather than with connubial familiarity as mere husband and wife. When they approached each

other, therefore, before embracing, they made three profound reverences, the queen taking off her hat and

remaining in a silk net or caul, with her face uncovered. The king then approached and embraced her, and

kissed her respectfully on the cheek. He also embraced his daughter the princess, and, making the sign of the

The good Agapida seems scarcely to have been more struck with the appearance of the sovereigns than with

that of the English earl. He followed (says he) immediately after the king, with great pomp and, in an

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extraordinary manner, taking precedence of all the rest. He was mounted "a la guisa," or with long stirrups,

on a superb chestnut horse, with trappings of azure silk which reached to the ground. The housings were of

mulberry powdered with stars of gold. He was armed in proof, and wore over his armor a short French mantle

of black brocade; he had a white French hat with plumes, and carried on his left arm a small round buckler

banded with gold. Five pages attended him, apparelled in silk and brocade and mounted on horses

sumptuously caparisoned; he had also a train of followers bravely attired after the fashion of his country.

He advanced in a chivalrous and courteous manner, making his reverences first to the queen and infanta, and

afterward to the king. Queen Isabella received him graciously, complimenting him on his courageous conduct

at Loxa, and condoling with him on the loss of his teeth. The earl, however, made light of his disfiguring

wound, saying that "our Blessed Lord, who had built all that house, had opened a window there, that he might

see more readily what passed within;"* whereupon the worthy Fray Antonio Agapida is more than ever

astonished at the pregnant wit of this island cavalier. The earl continued some little distance by the side of the

royal family, complimenting them all with courteous speeches, his horse curveting and caracoling, but being

managed with great grace and dexterity, leaving the grandees and the people at large not more filled with

admiration at the strangeness and magnificence of his state than at the excellence of his horsemanship.**

To testify her sense of the gallantry and services of this noble English knight, who had come from so far to

assist in their wars, the queen sent him the next day presents of twelve horses, with stately tents, fine linen,

two beds with coverings of gold brocade, and many other articles of great value.

Having refreshed himself, as it were, with the description of this progress of Queen Isabella to the camp and

the glorious pomp of the Catholic sovereigns, the worthy Antonio Agapida returns with renewed relish to his

The description of this royal pageant and the particulars concerning the English earl, thus given from the

manuscript of Fray Antonio Agapida, agree precisely with the chronicle of Andres Bernaldez, the curate of

Los Palacios. The English earl makes no further figure in this war. It appears from various histories that he

returned in the course of the year to England. In the following year his passion for fighting took him to the

Continent, at the head of four hundred adventurers, in aid of Francis, duke of Brittany, against Louis XI. of

France. He was killed in the same year (1488) in the battle of St. Alban's between the Bretons and the French.

"The Catholic sovereigns," says Fray Antonio Agapida, "had by this time closely clipped the right wing of

the Moorish vulture." In other words, most of the strong fortresses along the western frontier of Granada had

fallen beneath the Christian artillery. The army now lay encamped before the town of Moclin, on the frontier

of Jaen, one of the most stubborn fortresses of the border. It stood on a high rocky hill, the base of which was

nearly girdled by a river: a thick forest protected the back part of the town toward the mountain. Thus

strongly situated, it domineered, with its frowning battlements and massive towers, all the mountainpasses

into that part of the country, and was called "the shield of Granada." It had a double arrear of blood to settle

with the Christians: two hundred years before, a master of Santiago and all his cavaliers had been lanced by

the Moors before its gates. It had recently made terrible slaughter among the troops of the good count de

Cabra in his precipitate attempt to entrap the old Moorish monarch. The pride of Ferdinand had been piqued

by being obliged on that occasion to recede from his plan and abandon his concerted attack on the place; he

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El Zagal, the old warriorking of Granada, anticipating a second attempt, had provided the place with ample

ammunitions and provisions, had ordered trenches to be digged and additional bulwarks thrown up, and

caused all the old men, the women, and the children to be removed to the capital.

Such was the strength of the fortress and the difficulties of its position that Ferdinand anticipated much

trouble in reducing it, and made every preparation for a regular siege. In the centre of his camp were two

great mounds, one of sacks of flour, the other of grain, which were called the royal granary. Three batteries of

heavy ordnance were opened against the citadel and principal towers, while smaller artillery, engines for the

discharge of missiles, arquebuses, and crossbows, were distributed in various places to keep up a fire into any

breaches that might be made, and upon those of the garrison who should appear on the battlements.

The lombards soon made an impression on the works, demolishing a part of the wall and tumbling down

several of those haughty towers which, from their height, had been impregnable before the invention of

gunpowder. The Moors repaired their walls as well as they were able, and, still confiding in the strength of

their situation, kept up a resolute defence, firing down from their lofty battlements and towers upon the

Christian camp. For two nights and a day an incessant fire was kept up, so that there was not a moment in

which the roaring of ordnance was not heard or some damage sustained by the Christians or the Moors. It was

a conflict, however, more of engineers and artillerists than of gallant cavaliers; there was no sally of troops

nor shock of armed men nor rush and charge of cavalry. The knights stood looking on with idle weapons,

waiting until they should have an opportunity of signalizing their prowess by scaling the walls or storming

the breaches. As the place, however, was assailable only in one part, there was every prospect of a long and

The engineers, as usual, discharged not merely balls of stone and iron to demolish the walls, but flaming balls

of inextinguishable combustibles designed to set fire to the houses. One of these, which passed high through

the air like a meteor, sending out sparks and crackling as it went, entered the window of a tower which was

used as a magazine of gunpowder. The tower blew up with a tremendous explosion; the Moors who were

upon its battlements were hurled into the air, and fell mangled in various parts of the town, and the houses in

The Moors, who had never witnessed an explosion of the kind, ascribed the destruction of the tower to a

miracle. Some who had seen the descent of the flaming ball imagined that fire had fallen from heaven to

punish them for their pertinacity. The pious Agapida himself believes that this fiery missive was conducted

by divine agency to confound the infidelsan opinion in which he is supported by other Catholic

Seeing heaven and earth, as it were, combined against them, the Moors lost all heart: they capitulated, and

were permitted to depart with their effects, leaving behind all arms and munitions of war.

The Catholic army (says Antonio Agapida) entered Moclin in solemn state, not as a licentious host intent

upon plunder and desolation, but as a band of Christian warriors coming to purify and regenerate the land.

The standard of the cross, that ensign of this holy crusade, was borne in the advance, followed by the other

banners of the army. Then came the king and queen at the head of a vast number of armed cavaliers. They

were accompanied by a band of priests and friars, with the choir of the royal chapel chanting the canticle "Te

Deum laudamus." As they were moving through the streets in this solemn manner, every sound hushed

excepting the anthem of the choir, they suddenly heard, issuing as it were from under ground, a chorus of

voices chanting in solemn response "Benedictum qui venit in nomine Domini."* The procession paused in

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wonder. The sounds rose from Christian captives, and among them several priests, who were confined in

The heart of Isabella was greatly touched. She ordered the captives to be drawn forth from their cells, and

was still more moved at beholding, by their wan, discolored, and emaciated appearance, how much they had

suffered. Their hair and beards were overgrown and shagged; they were wasted by hunger, half naked, and in

chains. She ordered that they should be clothed and cherished, and money furnished them to bear them to

Several of the captives were brave cavaliers who had been wounded and made prisoners in the defeat of the

count de Cabra by El Zagal in the preceding year. There were also found other melancholy traces of that

disastrous affair. On visiting the narrow pass where the defeat had taken place, the remains of several

Christian warriors were found in thickets or hidden behind rocks or in the clefts of the mountains. These were

some who had been struck from their horses and wounded too severely to fly. They had crawled away from

the scene of action, and concealed themselves to avoid falling into the hands of the enemy, and had thus

perished miserably and alone. The remains of those of note were known by their armor and devices, and were

The queen had these remains piously collected as the relics of so many martyrs who had fallen in the cause of

the faith. They were interred with great solemnity in the mosques of Moclin, which had been purified and

consecrated to Christian worship. "There," says Antonio Agapida, "rest the bones of those truly Catholic

knights, in the holy ground which in a manner had been sanctified by their blood; and all pilgrims passing

through those mountains offer up prayers and masses for the repose of their souls."

The queen remained for some time at Moclin, administering comfort to the wounded and the prisoners,

bringing the newlyacquired territory into order, and founding churches and monasteries and other pious

institutions. "While the king marched in front, laying waste the land of the Philistines," says the figurative

Antonio Agapida, "Queen Isabella followed his traces as the binder follows the reaper, gathering and

garnering the rich harvest that has fallen beneath his sickle. In this she was greatly assisted by the counsels of

that cloud of bishops, friars, and other saintly men which continually surrounded her, garnering the first fruits

of this infidel land into the granaries of the Church." Leaving her thus piously employed, the king pursued his

career of conquest, determined to lay waste the Vega and carry fire and sword to the very gates of Granada.

Muley Abdallah el Zagal had been under a spell of illfortune ever since the suspicious death of the old king

his brother. Success had deserted his standard, and with his fickle subjects want of success was one of the

greatest crimes in a sovereign. He found his popularity declining, and he lost all confidence in his people. The

Christian army marched in open defiance through his territories, and sat down deliberately before his

fortresses; yet he dared not lead forth his legions to oppose them, lest the inhabitants of the Albaycin, ever

ripe for a revolt, should rise and shut the gates of Granada against his return.

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Every few days some melancholy train entered the metropolis, the inhabitants of some captured town bearing

the few effects spared them, and weeping and bewailing the desolation of their homes. When the tidings

arrived that Illora and Moclin had fallen, the people were seized with consternation. "The right eye of

Granada is extinguished," exclaimed they; "the shield of Granada is broken: what shall protect us from the

inroad of the foe?" When the survivors of the garrisons of those towns arrived, with downcast looks, bearing

the marks of battle and destitute of arms and standards, the populace reviled them in their wrath, but they

answered, "We fought as long as we had force to fight or walls to shelter us; but the Christians laid our town

The alcaydes of Illora and Moclin were brothers; they were alike in prowess and the bravest among the

Moorish cavaliers. They had been the most distinguished in those tilts and tourneys which graced the happier

days of Granada, and had distinguished themselves in the sterner conflicts of the field. Acclamation had

always followed their banners, and they had long been the delight of the people. Yet now, when they returned

after the capture of their fortresses, they were followed by the unsteady populace with execrations. The hearts

of the alcaydes swelled with indignation; they found the ingratitude of their countrymen still more intolerable

Tidings came that the enemy was advancing with his triumphant legions to lay waste the country about

Granada. Still El Zagal did not dare to take the field. The two alcaydes of Illora and Moclin stood before him.

"We have defended your fortresses," said they, "until we were almost buried under their ruins, and for our

reward we receive scoffings and revilings: give us, O king, an opportunity where knightly valor may

signalize itselfnot shut up behind stone walls, but in the open conflict of the field. The enemy approaches

to lay our country desolate: give us men to meet him in the advance, and let shame light upon our heads if we

The two brothers were sent forth with a large force of horse and foot; El Zagal intended, should they be

successful, to issue forth with his whole force, and by a decisive victory repair the losses he had suffered.

When the people saw the wellknown standards of the brothers going forth to battle, there was a feeble shout,

but the alcaydes passed on with stern countenances, for they knew the same voices would curse them were

they to return unfortunate. They cast a farewell look upon fair Granada and upon the beautiful fields of their

infancy, as if for these they were willing to lay down their lives, but not for an ungrateful people.

The army of Ferdinand had arrived within two leagues of Granada, at the bridge of Pinos, a pass famous in

the wars of the Moors and Christians for many a bloody conflict. It was the pass by which the Castilian

monarchs generally made their inroads, and was capable of great defence from the ruggedness of the country

and the difficulty of the bridge. The king, with the main body of the army, had attained the brow of a hill,

when they beheld the advance guard, under the marques of Cadiz and the master of Santiago, furiously

attacked by the enemy in the vicinity of the bridge. The Moors rushed to the assault with their usual shouts,

but with more than usual ferocity. There was a hard struggle at the bridge; both parties knew the importance

The king particularly noted the prowess of two Moorish cavaliers, alike in arms and devices, and whom by

their bearing and attendance he perceived to be commanders of the enemy. They were the two brothers, the

alcaydes of Illora and Moclin. Wherever they turned they carried confusion and death into the ranks of the

Christians, but they fought with desperation rather than valor. The count de Cabra and his brother Don Martin

de Cordova pressed forward with eagerness against them, but, having advanced too precipitately, were

surrounded by the foe and in imminent danger. A young Christian knight, seeing their peril, hastened with his

followers to their relief. The king recognized him for Don Juan de Aragon, count of Ribargoza, his own

nephew, for he was illegitimate son of the duke of Villahermosa, illegitimate brother of King Ferdinand. The

splendid armor of Don Juan and the sumptuous caparison of his steed rendered him a brilliant object of

attack. He was assailed on all sides and his superb steed slain under him, yet still he fought valiantly, bearing

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for a time the brunt of the fight and giving the exhausted forces of the count de Cabra time to recover breath.

Seeing the peril of these troops and the general obstinacy of the fight, the king ordered the royal standard to

be advanced, and hastened with all his forces to the relief of the count de Cabra. At his approach the enemy

gave way and retreated toward the bridge. The two Moorish commanders endeavored to rally their troops and

animate them to defend this pass to the utmost: they used prayers, remonstrances, menaces, but almost in

vain. They could only collect a scanty handful of cavaliers; with these they planted themselves at the head of

the bridge and disputed it inch by inch. The fight was hot and obstinate, for but few could contend hand to

hand, yet many discharged crossbows and arquebuses from the banks. The river was covered with the

floating bodies of the slain. The Moorish band of cavaliers was almost entirely cut to pieces; the two brothers

fell, covered with wounds, upon the bridge they had so resolutely defended. They had given up the battle for

When the people of the capital heard how devotedly they had fallen, they lamented greatly their deaths and

extolled their memory: a column was erected to their honor in the vicinity of the bridge, which long went by

The army of Ferdinand now marched on and established its camp in the vicinity of Granada. The worthy

Agapida gives many triumphant details of the ravages committed in the Vega, which was again laid waste,

the grain, fruits, and other productions of the earth destroyed, and that earthly paradise rendered a dreary

desert. He narrates several fierce but ineffectual sallies and skirmishes of the Moors in defence of their

favorite plain; among which one deserves to be mentioned, as it records the achievements of one of the

During one of the movements of the Christian army near the walls of Granada a battalion of fifteen hundred

cavalry and a large force of foot had sallied from the city, and posted themselves near some gardens, which

were surrounded by a canal and traversed by ditches for the purpose of irrigation.

The Moors beheld the duke del Infantado pass by with his two splendid battalionsone of menatarms, the

other of light cavalry armed "a la gineta." In company with him, but following as a rear guard, was Don

Garcia Osorio, the belligerent bishop of Jaen, attended by Francisco Bovadillo, the corregidor of his city, and

followed by two squadrons of menatarms from Jaen, Anduxar, Ubeda, and Baeza.* The success of last

year's campaign had given the good bishop an inclination for warlike affairs, and he had once more buckled

The Moors were much given to stratagem in warfare. They looked wistfully at the magnificent squadrons of

the duke del Infantado, but their martial discipline precluded all attack: the good bishop promised to be a

more easy prey. Suffering the duke and his troops to pass unmolested, they approached the squadrons of the

bishop, and making a pretended attack, skirmished slightly and fled in apparent confusion. The bishop

considered the day his own, and, seconded by his corregidor Bovadillo, followed with valorous precipitation.

The Moors fled into the "Huerta del Rey," or Orchard of the King; the troops of the bishop followed hotly

When the Moors perceived their pursuers fairly embarrassed among the intricacies of the garden, they turned

fiercely upon them, while some of their number threw open the sluices of the Xenil. In an instant the canal

which encircled and the ditches which traversed the garden were filled with water, and the valiant bishop and

his followers found themselves overwhelmed by a deluge.* A scene of great confusion succeeded. Some of

the men of Jaen, stoutest of heart and hand, fought with the Moors in the garden, while others struggled with

the water, endeavoring to escape across the canal, in which attempt many horses were drowned.

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Fortunately, the duke del Infantado perceived the snare into which his companions had fallen, and despatched

his light cavalry to their assistance. The Moors were compelled to flight, and driven along the road of Elvira

up to the gates of Granada.* Several Christian cavaliers perished in this affray; the bishop himself escaped

with difficulty, having slipped from his saddle in crossing the canal, but saving himself by holding on to the

tail of his charger. This perilous achievement seems to have satisfied the good bishop's belligerent

propensities. He retired on his laurels (says Agapida) to his city of Jaen, where, in the fruition of all good

things, he gradually waxed too corpulent for his corselet, which was hung up in the hall of his episcopal

palace, and we hear no more of his military deeds throughout the residue of the holy war of Granada.**

**"Don Luis Osorio fue obispo de Jaen desde el ano de 1483, y presidio in esta. Iglesia hasta el de 1496 in

que murio en Flandes, a donde fue acompanando a la princesa Dona Juana, esposa del archiduque Don

King Ferdinand, having completed his ravage of the Vega and kept El Zagal shut up in his capital, conducted

The fortresses lately taken being well garrisoned and supplied, he gave the command of the frontier to his

cousin, Don Fadrique de Toledo, afterward so famous in the Netherlands as the duke of Alva. The campaign

being thus completely crowned with success, the sovereigns returned in triumph to the city of Cordova.

No sooner did the last squadron of Christian cavalry disappear behind the mountains of Elvira and the note of

its trumpets die away upon the ear than the longsuppressed wrath of Muley el Zagal burst forth. He

determined no longer to be half a king, reigning over a divided kingdom in a divided capital, but to

exterminate by any means, fair or foul, his nephew Boabdil and his faction. He turned furiously upon those

whose factious conduct had deterred him from sallying upon the foe: some he punished by confiscations,

others by banishment, others by death. Once undisputed monarch of the entire kingdom, he trusted to his

military skill to retrieve his fortunes and drive the Christians over the frontier.

Boabdil, however, had again retired to Velez el Blanco, on the confines of Murcia, where he could avail

himself, in case of emergency, of any assistance or protection afforded him by the policy of Ferdinand. His

defeat had blighted his reviving fortunes, for the people considered him as inevitably doomed to misfortune.

Still, while he lived El Zagal knew he would be a rallyingpoint for faction, and liable at any moment to be

elevated into power by the capricious multitude. He had recourse, therefore, to the most perfidious means to

compass his destruction. He sent ambassadors to him representing the necessity of concord for the salvation

of the kingdom, and even offering to resign the title of king and to become subject to his sway on receiving

some estate on which he could live in tranquil retirement. But while the ambassadors bore these words of

peace they were furnished with poisoned herbs, which they were to administer secretly to Boabdil, and if they

failed in this attempt they had pledged themselves to despatch him openly while engaged in conversation.

They were instigated to this treason by promises of great reward, and by assurances from the alfaquis that

The young monarch was secretly apprised of the concerted treason, and refused an audience to the

ambassadors. He denounced his uncle as the murderer of his father and his kindred and the usurper of his

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throne, and vowed never to relent in hostility to him until he should place his head on the walls of the

Open war again broke out between the two monarchs, though feebly carried on in consequence of their

mutual embarrassments. Ferdinand again extended his assistance to Boabdil, ordering the commanders of his

fortresses to aid him in all enterprises against his uncle, and against such places as refused to acknowledge

him as king; and Don Juan de Bonavides, who commanded in Lorca, even made inroads in his name into the

The unfortunate Boabdil had three great evils to contend with the inconstancy of his subjects, the hostility

of his uncle, and the friendship of Ferdinand. The last was by far the most baneful: his fortunes withered

under it. He was looked upon as the enemy of his faith and of his country. The cities shut their gates against

him; the people cursed him; even the scanty band of cavaliers who had hitherto followed his illstarred

banner began to desert him, for he had not wherewithal to reward nor even to support them. His spirits sank

with his fortune, and he feared that in a little time he should not have a spot of earth whereon to plant his

In the midst of his despondency he received a message from his lionhearted mother, the sultana Ayxa la

Horra. It was brought by the steadfast adherent to their fortunes, Aben Comixa. "For shame,'' said she, "to

linger timorously about the borders of your kingdom when a usurper is seated in your capital! Why look

abroad for perfidious aid when you have loyal hearts beating true to you in Granada? The Albaycin is ready

to throw open its gates to receive you. Strike home vigorouslya sudden blow may mend all or make an

Boabdil was of an undecided character, but there are circumstances which bring the most wavering to a

decision, and when once resolved they are apt to act with a daring impulse unknown to steadier judgments.

The message of the sultana roused him from a dream. Granada, beautiful Granada, with its stately Alhambra,

its delicious gardens, its gushing and limpid fountains sparkling among groves of orange, citron, and myrtle,

rose before him. "What have I done," exclaimed he, "that I should be an exile from this paradise of my

forefathersa wanderer and fugitive in my own kingdom, while a murderous usurper sits proudly upon my

throne? Surely Allah will befriend the righteous cause; one blow, and all may be my own."

He summoned his scanty band of cavaliers. "Who is ready to follow his monarch unto the death?" said he;

and every one laid his hand upon his scimetar. "Enough!" said he; "let each man arm himself and prepare his

steed in secret for an enterprise of toil and peril; if we succeed, our reward is empire."

"In the hand of God," exclaimed an old Arabian chronicler, "is the destiny of princes; he alone giveth empire.

A Moorish horseman, mounted on a fleet Arabian steed, was one day traversing the mountains which

extended between Granada and the frontier of Murcia. He galloped swiftly through the valleys, but paused

and looked out cautiously from the summit of every height. A squadron of cavaliers followed warily at a

distance. There were fifty lances. The richness of their armor and attire showed them to be warriors of noble

rank, and their leader had a lofty and princelike demeanor.'' The squadron thus described by the Arabian

For two nights and a day they pursued their adventurous journey, avoiding all populous parts of the country

and choosing the most solitary passes of the mountains. They suffered severe hardships and fatigues, but

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suffered without a murmur: they were accustomed to rugged campaigning, and their steeds were of generous

and unyielding spirit. It was midnight, and all was dark and silent as they descended from the mountains and

approached the city of Granada. They passed along quietly under the shadow of its walls, until they arrived

near the gate of the Albaycin. Here Boabdil ordered his followers to halt and remain concealed. Taking but

four or five with him, he advanced resolutely to the gate and knocked with the hilt of his scimetar. The guards

demanded who sought to enter at that unseasonable hour. "Your king!" exclaimed Boabdil; "open the gate

The guards held forth a light and recognized the person of the youthful monarch. They were struck with

sudden awe and threw open the gates, and Boabdil and his followers entered unmolested. They galloped to

the dwellings of the principal inhabitants of the Albaycin, thundering at their portals and summoning them to

arise and take arms for their rightful sovereign. The summons was instantly obeyed: trumpets resounded

throughout the streetsthe gleam of torches and the flash of arms showed the Moors hurrying to their

gatheringplaces; by daybreak the whole force of the Albaycin was rallied under the standard of Boabdil, and

Aben Comixa was made alcayde of the fortress. Such was the success of this sudden and desperate act of the

young monarch, for we are assured by contemporary historians that there had been no previous concert or

arrangement. "As the guards opened the gates of the city to admit him," observes a pious chronicler, "so God

In the morning early the tidings of this event roused El Zagal from his slumbers in the Alhambra. The fiery

old warrior assembled his guard in haste and made his way, sword in hand, to the Albaycin, hoping to come

upon his nephew by surprise. He was vigorously met by Boabdil and his adherents, and driven back into the

quarter of the Alhambra. An encounter took place between the two kings in the square before the principal

mosque; here they fought hand to hand with implacable fury, as though it had been agreed to decide their

competition for the crown by single combat. In the tumult of this chancemedley affray, however, they were

The battle raged for some time in the streets and places of the city, but, finding their powers of mischief

cramped within such narrow limits, both parties sallied forth into the fields and fought beneath the walls until

evening. Many fell on both sides, and at night each party withdrew into its quarter until the morning gave

them light to renew the unnatural conflict. For several days the two grand divisions of the city remained like

hostile powers arrayed against each other. The party of the Alhambra was more numerous than that of the

Albaycin, and contained most of the nobility and chivalry; but the adherents of Boabdil were men hardened

The Albaycin underwent a kind of siege by the forces of El Zagal; they effected breaches in the walls, and

made repeated attempts to carry it sword in hand, but were as often repulsed. The troops of Boabdil, on the

other hand, made frequent sallies, and in the conflicts which took place the hatred of the combatants arose to

Boabdil perceived the inferiority of his force; he dreaded also that his adherents, being for the most part

tradesmen and artisans, would become impatient of this interruption of their gainful occupations and

disheartened by these continual scenes of carnage. He sent missives, therefore, in all haste to Don Fadrique

de Toledo, who commanded the Christian forces on the frontier, entreating his assistance.

Don Fadrique had received instructions from the politic Ferdinand to aid the youthful monarch in all his

contests with his uncle. He advanced with a body of troops near to Granada. The moment Boabdil discerned,

from the towers of the Albaycin, the Christian banners and lances winding round the base of the mountain of

Elvira, he sallied forth to meet them, escorted by a squadron of Abencerrages under Aben Comixa. El Zagal,

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who was equally on the alert, and apprised that the Christian troops came in aid of his nephew, likewise

sallied forth and drew up his troops in battle array. Don Fadrique, wary lest some treachery should be

intended, halted among some plantations of olives, retained Boabdil by his side, and signified his wish that

Aben Comixa would advance with his squadron and offer battle to the old king. The provocation was given,

but El Zagal maintained his position. He threw out some light parties, however, which skirmished with the

Abencerrages of Aben Comixa, after which he caused his trumpets to sound a recall, and retired into the city,

mortified, it is said, that the Christian cavaliers should witness these fratricidal discords between true

Don Fadrique, still distrustful, drew off to a distance, and encamped for the night near the bridge of Cabillas.

Early in the morning a Moorish cavalier with an escort approached the advance guard, and his trumpets

sounded a parley. He craved an audience as an envoy from El Zagal, and was admitted to the tent of Don

Fadrique. El Zagal had learnt that the Christian troops had come to aid his nephew, and now offered to enter

into an alliance with them on terms still more advantageous than those of Boabdil. The wary Don Fadrique

listened to the Moor with apparent complacency, but determined to send one of his most intrepid and discreet

cavaliers, under the protection of a flag, to hold a conference with the old king within the very walls of the

Alhambra. The officer chosen for this important mission was Don Juan de Vera, the same stanch and devout

cavalier who in times preceding the war had borne the message from the Castilian sovereigns to old Muley

Abul Hassan demanding arrears of tribute. Don Juan was received with great ceremony by the king. No

records remain of his diplomatic negotiations, but they extended into the night, and, it being too late to return

to camp, he was sumptuously lodged in an apartment of the Alhambra. In the morning one of the courtiers

about the palace, somewhat given to jest and raillery, invited Don Juan to a ceremony which some of the

alfaquis were about to celebrate in the mosque of the palace. The religious punctilio of this most discreet

cavalier immediately took umbrage at what he conceived a banter. "The servants of Queen Isabella of

Castile," replied he, stiffly and sternly, "who bear on their armor the cross of St. Jago, never enter the temples

The Moslem courtier retired somewhat disconcerted by this Catholic but not very courteous reply, and

reported it to a renegado of Antiquera. The latter, eager, like all renegados, to show devotion to his

newlyadopted creed, volunteered to return with the courtier and have a tilt of words with the testy

diplomatist. They found Don Juan playing a game of chess with the alcayde of the Alhambra, and took

occasion to indulge in sportive comments on some of the mysteries of the Christian religion. The ire of this

devout knight and discreet ambassador began to kindle, but he restrained it within the limits of lofty gravity.

"You would do well," said he, "to cease talking about what you do not understand." This only provoked light

attacks of the witlings, until one of them dared to make some degrading and obscene comparison between the

Blessed Virgin and Amina, the mother of Mahomet. In an instant Don Juan sprang to his feet, dashed

chessboard and chessmen aside, and, drawing his sword, dealt, says the curate of los Palacios, such a

"fermosa cuchillada" (such a handsome slash) across the head of the blaspheming Moor as felled him to the

earth. The renegado, seeing his comrade fall, fled for his life, making the halls and galleries ring with his

outcries. Guards, pages, and attendants rushed in, but Don Juan kept them at bay until the appearance of the

king restored order. On inquiring into the cause of the affray he acted with proper discrimination. Don Juan

was held sacred as an ambassador, and the renegado was severely punished for having compromised the

The tumult in the Alhambra, however, soon caused a more dangerous tumult in the city. It was rumored that

Christians had been introduced into the palace with some treasonable design. The populace caught up arms

and ascended in throngs to the Gate of Justice, demanding the death of all Christian spies and those who had

introduced them. This was no time to reason with an infuriate mob, when the noise of their clamors might

bring the garrison of the Albaycin to back them. Nothing was left for El Zagal but to furnish Don Juan with a

disguise, a swift horse, and an escort, and to let him out of the Alhambra by a private gate. It was a sore

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grievance to the stately cavalier to have to submit to these expedients, but there was no alternative. In

Moorish disguise he passed through crowds that were clamoring for his head, and, once out of the gate of the

city, gave reins to his horse, nor ceased spurring until he found himself safe under the banners of Don

Thus ended the second embassy of Don Juan de Vera, less stately but more perilous than the first. Don

Fadrique extolled his prowess, whatever he may have thought of his discretion, and rewarded him with a

superb horse, while at the same time he wrote a letter to El Zagal thanking him for the courtesy and

protection he had observed to his ambassador. Queen Isabella also was particularly delighted with the piety of

Don Juan and his promptness in vindicating the immaculate character of the Blessed Virgin, and, besides

conferring on him various honorable distinctions, made him a royal present of three hundred thousand

*Alcantara, Hist. Granad., vol. 3, c. 17, apud De Harro, Nobiliario Genealogico, lib. 5, cap. 15.

The report brought by this cavalier of affairs in Granada, together with the preceding skirmishings between

the Moorish factions before the walls, convinced Don Fadrique that there was no collusion between the

monarchs: on returning to his frontier post, therefore, he sent Boabdil a reinforcement of Christian

footsoldiers and arquebusiers, under Fernan Alvarez de Sotomayor, alcayde of Colomera. This was as a

firebrand thrown in to light up anew the flames of war in the city, which remained raging between the

Hitherto the events of this renowned war have been little else than a succession of brilliant but brief exploits,

such as sudden forays, wild skirmishes among the mountains, and the surprisals of castles, fortresses, and

frontier towns. We approach now to more important and prolonged operations, in which ancient and mighty

cities, the bulwarks of Granada, were invested by powerful armies, subdued by slow and regular sieges, and

The glorious triumphs of the Christian sovereigns (says Fray Antonio Agapida) had resounded throughout the

East and filled all heathenesse with alarm. The Grand Turk, Bajazet II., and his deadly foe, the grand soldan

of Egypt, suspending for a time their bloody feuds, entered into a league to protect the religion of Mahomet

and the kingdom of Granada from the hostilities of the Christians. It was concerted between them that Bajazet

should send a powerful armada against the island of Sicily, then appertaining to the Spanish Crown, for the

purpose of distracting the attention of the Castilian sovereigns, while at the same time great bodies of troops

Ferdinand and Isabella received timely intelligence of these designs. They resolved at once to carry the war

into the sea board of Granada, to possess themselves of its ports, and thus, as it were, to bar the gates of the

kingdom against all external aid. Malaga was to be the main object of attack: it was the principal seaport of

the kingdom, and almost necessary to its existence. It had long been the seat of opulent commerce, sending

many ships to the coasts of Syria and Egypt. It was also the great channel of communication with Africa,

through which were introduced supplies of money, troops, arms, and steeds from Tunis, Tripoli, Fez,

Tremezan, and other Barbary powers. It was emphatically called, therefore, "the hand and mouth of

Granada." Before laying siege to this redoubtable city, however, it was deemed necessary to secure the

neighboring city of Velez Malaga and its dependent places, which might otherwise harass the besieging army.

For this important campaign the nobles of the kingdom were again summoned to take the field with their

forces in the spring of 1487. The menaced invasion of the infidel powers of the East had awakened new ardor

in the bosoms of all true Christian knights, and so zealously did they respond to the summons of the

sovereigns that an army of twenty thousand cavalry and fifty thousand foot, the flower of Spanish warriors,

led by the bravest of Spanish cavaliers, thronged the renowned city of Cordova at the appointed time.

On the night before this mighty host set forth upon its march an earthquake shook the city. The inhabitants,

awakened by the shaking of the walls and rocking of the towers, fled to the courts and squares, fearing to be

overwhelmed by the ruins of their dwellings. The earthquake was most violent in the quarter of the royal

residence, the site of the ancient palace of the Moorish kings. Many looked upon this as an omen of some

impending evil; but Fray Antonio Agapida, in that infallible spirit of divination which succeeds an event,

plainly reads in it a presage that the empire of the Moors was about to be shaken to its centre.

It was on Saturday, the eve of the Sunday of Palms (says a worthy and loyal chronicler of the time), that the

most Catholic monarch departed with his army to render service to Heaven and make war upon the Moors.*

Heavy rains had swelled all the streams and rendered the roads deep and difficult. The king, therefore,

divided his host into two bodies. In one he put all the artillery, guarded by a strong body of horse, and

commanded by the master of Alcantara and Martin Alonso, senior of Montemayor. This division was to

proceed by the road through the valleys, where pasturage abounded for the oxen which drew the ordnance.

The main body of the army was led by the king in person. It was divided into numerous battalions, each

commanded by some distinguished cavalier. The king took the rough and perilous road of the mountains, and

few mountains are more rugged and difficult than those of Andalusia. The roads are mere mulepaths

straggling amidst rocks and along the verge of precipices, clambering vast craggy heights, or descending into

frightful chasms and ravines, with scanty and uncertain foothold for either man or steed. Four thousand

pioneers were sent in advance, under the alcayde de los Donceles, to conquer in some degree the asperities of

the road. Some had pickaxes and crowbars to break the rocks, others had implements to construct bridges

over the mountaintorrents, while it was the duty of others to lay steppingstones in the smaller streams. As

the country was inhabited by fierce Moorish mountaineers, Don Diego de Castrillo was despatched with a

body of horse and foot to take possession of the heights and passes. Notwithstanding every precaution, the

royal army suffered excessively on its march. At one time there was no place to encamp for five leagues of

the most toilsome and mountainous country, and many of the beasts of burden sank down and perished on the

It was with the greatest joy, therefore, that the royal army emerged from these stern and frightful defiles, and

came to where they looked down upon the vega of Velez Malaga. The region before them was one of the

most delectable to the eye that ever was ravaged by an army. Sheltered from every rude blast by a screen of

mountains, and sloping and expanding to the south, this lovely valley was quickened by the most generous

sunshine, watered by the silver meanderings of the Velez, and refreshed by cooling breezes from the

Mediterranean. The sloping hills were covered with vineyards and olive trees; the distant fields waved with

grain or were verdant with pasturage; while round the city were delightful gardens, the favorite retreats of the

Moors, where their white pavilions gleamed among groves of oranges, citrons, and pomegranates, and were

surrounded by stately palms those plants of southern growth bespeaking a generous climate and a

In the upper part of this delightful valley the city of Velez Malaga reared its warrior battlements in stern

contrast to the landscape. It was built on the declivity of a steep and insulated hill, and strongly fortified by

walls and towers. The crest of the hill rose high above the town into a mere crag, inaccessible on every other

side, and crowned by a powerful castle, which domineered over the surrounding country. Two suburbs swept

down into the valley from the skirts of the town, and were defended by bulwarks and deep ditches. The vast

ranges of gray mountains, often capped with clouds, which rose to the north, were inhabited by a hardy and

warlike race, whose strong fortresses of Comares, Canillas, Competa, and Benamargosa frowned down from

When the Christian host arrived in sight of this valley, a squadron was hovering on the smooth sea before it

displaying the banner of Castile. This was commanded by the count of Trevento, and consisted of four armed

After surveying the ground, King Ferdinand encamped on the side of a mountain which advanced close to the

city, and was the last of a rugged sierra, or chain of heights, that extended quite to Granada. On the summit of

this mountain, and overlooking the camp, was a Moorish town, powerfully fortified, called Bentomiz,

considered capable of yielding great assistance to Velez Malaga. Several of the generals remonstrated with

the king for choosing a post so exposed to assaults from the mountaineers, but he replied that he should thus

cut off all communication between Bentomiz and the city, and that, as to the danger, his soldiers must keep

King Ferdinand rode about, attended by several cavaliers and a small number of cuirassiers, appointing the

various stations of the camp. Having directed a body of footsoldiers to possess themselves, as an advanced

guard, of an important height which overlooked the city, he retired to a tent to take refreshment. While at

table he was startled by a sudden uproar, and, looking forth, beheld his soldiers flying before a superior force

of the enemy. The king had on no other armor but a cuirass: seizing a lance, however, he sprang upon his

horse and galloped to protect the fugitives, followed by his handful of knights and cuirassiers. When the

soldiers saw the king hastening to their aid, they turned upon their pursuers. Ferdinand in his eagerness threw

himself into the midst of the foe. One of his grooms was killed beside him, but before the Moor who slew

him could escape the king transfixed him with his lance. He then sought to draw his sword, which hung at his

saddlebow, but in vain. Never had he been exposed to such peril; he was surrounded by the enemy without a

In this moment of awful jeopardy the marques of Cadiz, the count de Cabra, the adelantado of Murcia, with

two other cavaliers, named Garcilasso de la Vega and Diego de Atayde, came galloping to the scene of

action, and, surrounding the king, made a rampart of their bodies against the assaults of the Moors. The horse

of the marques was pierced by an arrow, and that worthy cavalier exposed to imminent danger; but with the

aid of his valorous companions he quickly put the enemy to flight, and pursued them with slaughter to the

When those loyal warriors returned from the pursuit they remonstrated with the king for exposing his life in

personal conflict, seeing that he had so many valiant captains whose business it was to fight. They reminded

him that the life of a prince was the life of his people, and that many a brave army was lost by the loss of its

commander. They entreated him, therefore, in future to protect them with the force of his mind in the cabinet,

Ferdinand acknowledged the wisdom of their advice, but declared that he could not see his people in peril

without venturing his person to assist thema reply (say the old chroniclers) which delighted the whole

army, inasmuch as they saw that he not only governed them as a good king, but protected them as a valiant

captain. He, however, was conscious of the extreme peril to which he had been exposed, and made a vow

When this achievement of the king was related to Isabella, she trembled amidst her joy at his safety, and

afterward, in memorial of the event, granted to Velez Malaga, as the arms of the city, the figure of the king on

The camp was formed, but the artillery was yet on the road, advancing with infinite labor at the rate of merely

a league a day, for heavy rains had converted the streams of the valleys into raging torrents and completely

broken up the roads. In the mean time, King Ferdinand ordered an assault on the suburbs of the city. They

were carried after a sanguinary conflict of six hours, in which many Christian cavaliers were killed and

wounded, and among the latter Don Alvaro of Portugal, son of the duke of Braganza. The suburbs were then

fortified toward the city with trenches and palisades, and garrisoned by a chosen force under Don Fadrique de

Toledo. Other trenches were digged round the city and from the suburbs to the royal camp, so as to cut off all

Bodies of troops were also sent to take possession of the mountain passes by which the supplies for the

army had to be brought. The mountains, however, were so steep and rugged, and so full of defiles and

lurkingplaces, that the Moors could sally forth and retreat in perfect security, frequently swooping down

upon Christian convoys and bearing off both booty and prisoners to their strongholds. Sometimes the Moors

would light fires at night on the sides of the mountains, which would be answered by fires from the

watchtowers and fortresses. By these signals they would concert assaults upon the Christian camp, which in

King Ferdinand flattered himself that the manifestation of his force had struck sufficient terror into the city,

and that by offers of clemency it might be induced to capitulate. He wrote a letter, therefore, to the

commanders, promising, in case of immediate surrender, that all the inhabitants should be permitted to depart

with their effects, but threatening them with fire and sword if they persisted in defence. This letter was

despatched by a cavalier named Carvajal, who, putting it on the end of a lance, reached it to the Moors on the

walls of the city. Abul Cacim Vanegas, son of Reduan, and alcayde of the fortress, replied that the king was

too noble and magnanimous to put such a threat in execution, and that he should not surrender, as he knew

the artillery could not be brought to the camp, and he was promised succor by the king of Granada.

At the same time that he received this reply the king learnt that at the strong town of Comares, upon a height

about two leagues distant from the camp, a large number of warriors had assembled from the Axarquia, the

same mountains in which the Christian cavaliers had been massacred in the beginning of the war, and that

others were daily expected, for this rugged sierra was capable of furnishing fifteen thousand fightingmen.

King Ferdinand felt that his army, thus disjoined and enclosed in an enemy's country, was in a perilous

situation, and that the utmost discipline and vigilance were necessary. He put the camp under the strictest

regulations, forbidding all gaming, blasphemy, or brawl, and expelling all loose women and their attendant

bully ruffians, the usual fomenters of riot and contention among soldiery. He ordered that none should sally

forth to skirmish without permission from their commanders; that none should set fire to the woods on the

neighboring mountains; and that all word of security given to Moorish places or individuals should be

inviolably observed. These regulations were enforced by severe penalties, and had such salutary effect that,

though a vast host of various people was collected together, not an opprobrious epithet was heard nor a

In the mean time the cloud of war continued to gather about the summits of the mountains, and multitudes of

the fierce warriors of the sierra descended to the lower heights of Bentomiz, which overhung the camp,

intending to force their way to the city. A detachment was sent against them, which, after sharp fighting,

Ten days had elapsed since the encampment of the army, yet still the artillery had not arrived. The lombards

and other heavy ordnance were left in despair at Antiquera; the rest came groaning slowly through the narrow

valleys, which were filled with long trains of artillery and cars laden with munitions. At length part of the

smaller ordnance arrived within half a league of the camp, and the Christians were animated with the hopes

of soon being able to make a regular attack upon the fortifications of the city.

While the standard of the cross waved on the hills before Velez Malaga, and every height and cliff bristled

with hostile arms, the civil war between the factions of the Alhambra and the Albaycin, or rather between El

Zagal and El Chico, continued to convulse the city of Granada. The tidings of the investment of Velez

Malaga at length roused the attention of the old men and the alfaquis, whose heads were not heated by the

daily broils, and they endeavored to arouse the people to a sense of their common danger.

"Why," said they, "continue these brawls between brethren and kindred? What battles are these where even

triumph is ignominious, and the victor blushes and conceals his scars? Behold the Christians ravaging the

land won by the valor and blood of your forefathers, dwelling in the houses they built, sitting under the trees

they planted, while your brethren wander about houseless and desolate. Do you wish to seek your real

foe?he is encamped on the mountain of Bentomiz. Do you want a field for the display of your valor?you

When they had roused the spirit of the people they made their way to the rival kings, and addressed them with

like remonstrances. Hamet Aben Zarraz, the inspired santon, reproached El Zagal with his blind and senseless

ambition. "You are striving to be king," said he, bitterly, "yet suffer the kingdom to be lost!"

El Zagal found himself in a perplexing dilemma. He had a double war to wagewith the enemy without and

the enemy within. Should the Christians gain possession of the seacoast, it would be ruinous to the

kingdom; should he leave Granada to oppose them, his vacant throne might be seized on by his nephew. He

made a merit of necessity, and, pretending to yield to the remonstrances of the alfaquis, endeavored to

compromise with Boabdil. He expressed deep concern at the daily losses of the country caused by the

dissensions of the capital: an opportunity now presented to retrieve all by a blow. The Christians had in a

manner put themselves in a tomb between the mountainsnothing remained but to throw the earth upon

them. He offered to resign the title of king, to submit to the government of his nephew, and fight under his

standard; all he desired was to hasten to the relief of Velez Malaga and to take full vengeance on the

Boabdil spurned his proposition as the artifice of a hypocrite and a traitor. "How shall I trust a man," said he,

"who has murdered my father and my kindred by treachery, and has repeatedly sought my own life both by

El Zagal boiled with rage and vexation, but there was no time to be lost. He was beset by the alfaquis and the

nobles of his count; the youthful cavaliers were hot for action, the common people loud in their complaints

that the richest cities were abandoned to the mercy of the enemy. The old warrior was naturally fond of

fighting; he saw also that to remain inactive would endanger both crown and kingdom, whereas a successful

blow might secure his popularity in Granada. He had a much more powerful force than his nephew, having

lately received reinforcements from Baza, Guadix, and Almeria; he could march with a large force, therefore,

to the relief of Velez Malaga, and yet leave a strong garrison in the Alhambra. He took his measures

accordingly, and departed suddenly in the night at the head of one thousand horse and twenty thousand foot,

and urged his way rapidly by the most unfrequented roads along the chain of mountains extending from

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The Christians were alarmed one evening by the sudden blazing of great fires on the mountains about the

fortress of Bentomiz. By the ruddy light they beheld the flash of weapons and the array of troops, and they

heard the distant sound of Moorish drums and trumpets. The fires of Bentomiz were answered by fires on the

towers of Velez Malaga. The shouts of "El Zagal! El Zagal!" echoed along the cliffs and resounded from the

city, and the Christians found that the old warriorking of Granada was on the mountain above the camp.

The spirits of the Moors were suddenly raised to a pitch of the greatest exultation, while the Christians were

astonished to see the storm of war ready to burst upon their heads. The count de Cabra, with his accustomed

eagerness when there was a king in the field, would fain have scaled the heights and attacked El Zagal before

he had time to form his camp; but Ferdinand, more cool and wary, restrained him. To attack the height would

be to abandon the siege. He ordered every one, therefore, to keep a vigilant watch at his post and stand ready

to defend it to the utmost, but on no account to sally forth and attack the enemy.

All night the signalfires kept blazing along the mountains, rousing and animating the whole country. The

morning sun rose over the lofty summit of Bentomiz on a scene of martial splendor. As its rays glanced down

the mountain they lighted up the white tents of the Christian cavaliers cresting its lower prominences, their

pennons and ensigns fluttering in the morning breeze. The sumptuous pavilions of the king, with the holy

standard of the cross and the royal banners of Castile and Aragon, dominated the encampment. Beyond lay

the city, its lofty castle and numerous towers glistening with arms, while above all, and just on the profile of

the height, in the full blaze of the rising sun, were descried the tents of the Moor, his troops clustering about

them and his infidel banners floating against the sky. Columns of smoke rose where the night fires had

blazed, and the clash of the Moorish cymbal, the bray of trumpet, and the neigh of steed were faintly heard

from the airy heights. So pure and transparent is the atmosphere in this region that every object can be

distinctly seen at a great distance, and the Christians were able to behold the formidable hosts of fires

One of the first measures of the Moorish king was to detach a large force, under Reduan de Vanegas, alcayde

of Granada, to fall upon the convoy of ordnance, which stretched for a great distance through the

mountaindefiles. Ferdinand had anticipated this attempt, and sent the commander of Leon with a body of

horse and foot to reinforce the master of Alcantara. El Zagal from his mountainheight beheld the

detachment issue from the camp, and immediately recalled Reduan. The armies now remained quiet for a

time, the Moor looking grimly down upon the Christian camp, like a tiger meditating a bound upon his prey.

The Christians were in fearful jeopardya hostile city below them, a powerful army above them, and on

After El Zagal had maturely considered the situation of the Christian camp, and informed himself of all the

passes of the mountain, he conceived a plan to surprise the enemy which he flattered himself would ensure

their ruin and perhaps the capture of King Ferdinand. He wrote a letter to the alcayde of the city,

commanding him in the dead of the night, on a signalfire being made from the mountain, to sally forth with

all his troops and fall furiously upon the Christian camp. The king would, at the same time, rush down with

his army from the mountain, and assail it on the opposite side, thus overwhelming it at the hour of deep

repose. This letter he despatched by a renegado Christian, who knew all the secret roads of the country, and if

El Zagal, confident in his stratagem, looked down upon the Christians as his devoted victims. As the sun

went down and the long shadows of the mountains stretched across the vega, he pointed with exultation to the

camp below, apparently unconscious of the impending danger. "Behold," said he, "the unbelievers are

delivered into our hands; their king and choicest chivalry will soon be at our mercy. Now is the time to show

the courage of men, and by one glorious victory retrieve all that we have lost. Happy he who falls fighting in

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the cause of the Prophet! he will at once be transported to the paradise of the faithful and surrounded by

immortal houris. Happy he who shall survive victorious! he will behold Granadaan earthly

paradise!once more delivered from its foes and restored to all its glory." The words of El Zagal were

received with acclamations by his troops, who waited impatiently for the appointed hour to pour down from

Queen Isabella and her court had remained at Cordova in great anxiety for the result of the royal expedition.

Every day brought tidings of the difficulties which attended the transportation of the ordnance and munitions

While in this state of anxious suspense couriers arrived with all speed from the frontiers, bringing tidings of

the sudden sally of El Zagal from Granada to surprise the camp. All Cordova was in consternation. The

destruction of the Andalusian chivalry among the mountains of this very neighborhood was called to mind; it

was feared that similar ruin was about to burst forth from rocks and precipices upon Ferdinand and his army.

Queen Isabella shared in the public alarm, but it served to rouse all the energies of her heroic mind. Instead of

uttering idle apprehensions, she sought only how to avert the danger. She called upon all the men of

Andalusia under the age of seventy to arm and hasten to the relief of their sovereign, and she prepared to set

out with the first levies. The grand cardinal of Spain, old Pedro Gonzalez de Mendoza, in whom the piety of

the saint and the wisdom of the counsellor were mingled with the fire of the cavalier, offered high pay to all

horsemen who would follow him to aid their king and the Christian cause, and, buckling on armor, prepared

The summons of the queen roused the quick Andalusian spirit. Warriors who had long since given up fighting

and had sent their sons to battle now seized the sword and lance rusting on the wall, and marshalled forth

their grayheaded domestics and their grandchildren for the field. The great dread was, that all aid would

arrive too late; El Zagal and his host had passed like a storm through the mountains, and it was feared the

In the mean time, the night had closed which had been appointed by El Zagal for the execution of his plan.

He had watched the last light of day expire, and all the Spanish camp remained tranquil. As the hours wore

away the campfires were gradually extinguished. No drum nor trumpet sounded from below. Nothing was

heard but now and then the dull heavy tread of troops or the echoing tramp of horsesthe usual patrols of

the campand the changes of the guards. El Zagal restrained his own impatience and that of his troops until

the night should be advanced and the camp sunk in that heavy sleep from which men are with difficulty

At length the appointed hour arrived. By order of the Moorish king a bright flame sprang up from the height

of Bentomiz, but El Zagal looked in vain for the responding light from the city. His impatience would brook

no longer delay; he ordered the advance of the army to descend the mountaindefile and attack the camp. The

defile was narrow and overhung by rocks; as the troops proceeded they came suddenly, in a shadowy hollow,

upon a dark mass of warriors who, with a loud shout, rushed to assail them. Surprised and disconcerted, they

retreated in confusion to the height. When El Zagal heard of a Christian force in the defile, he doubted some

counterplan of the enemy, and gave orders to light the mountainfires. On a signal given bright flames

sprang up on every height from pyres of wood prepared for the purpose: cliff blazed out after cliff until the

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The ruddy glare lit up the glens and passes, and fell strongly upon the Christian camp, revealing all its tents

and every post and bulwark. Wherever El Zagal turned his eyes he beheld the light of his fires flashed back

from cuirass and helm and sparkling lance; he beheld a grove of spears planted in every pass, every assailable

point bristling with arms, and squadrons of horse and foot in battle array awaiting his attack.

In fact, his letter to the alcayde of Velez Malaga had been intercepted by the vigilant Ferdinand, the renegado

messenger hanged, and secret measures taken after nightfall to give the Moors a warm reception. El Zagal

saw that his plan of surprise was discovered and foiled; furious with disappointment, he ordered his troops

forward to the attack. They rushed down the defile, but were again encountered by the mass of Christian

warriors, being the advance guard of the army commanded by Don Hurtado de Mendoza, brother of the grand

cardinal. The Moors were again repulsed, and retreated up the height. Don Hurtado would have followed

them, but the ascent was steep and rugged and easily defended. A sharp action was kept up through the night

with crossbows, darts, and arquebuses. The cliffs echoed with deafening uproar, while the fires blazing upon

When the day dawned and the Moors saw that there was no co operation from the city, they slackened in

their ardor: they beheld also every pass of the mountain filled with Christian troops, and began to apprehend

an assault in return. Just then King Ferdinand sent the marques of Cadiz with horse and foot to seize upon a

height occupied by a battalion of the enemy. The marques assailed the Moors with his usual intrepidity, and

soon put them to flight. The others, who were above, seeing their comrades fly, threw down their arms and

retreated. One of those unaccountable panics which now and then seize upon great bodies of people, and to

which the lightspirited Moors were prone, now spread throughout the camp. They were terrified, they knew

not why nor at what, and, throwing away swords, lances, breastplates, crossbows, everything that could

impede their motions, scattered themselves wildly in every direction. They fled without pursuersfrom the

glimpse of each other's arms, from the sound of each other's footsteps. Reduan de Vanegas, the brave alcayde

of Granada, alone succeeded in collecting a body of the fugitives; he made a circuit with them through the

passes of the mountain, and, forcing his way across a weak part of the Christian lines, galloped toward Velez

Malaga. The rest of the Moorish host was completely scattered. In vain did El Zagal and his knights attempt

to rally them; they were left almost alone, and had to consult their own security by flight.

The marques of Cadiz, finding no opposition, ascended from height to height, cautiously reconnoitring and

fearful of some stratagem or ambush. All, however, was quiet. He reached with his men the place which the

Moorish army had occupied: the heights were abandoned and strewed with cuirasses, scimetars, crossbows,

and other weapons. His force was too small to pursue the enemy, but returned to the royal camp laden with

Ferdinand at first could not credit so signal and miraculous a defeat, but suspected some lurking stratagem.

He ordered, therefore, that a strict watch should be maintained throughout the camp and every one be ready

for instant action. The following night a thousand cavaliers and hidalgos kept guard about the royal tent, as

they had done for several preceding nights; nor did the king relax this vigilance until he received certain

intelligence that the enemy was completely scattered and El Zagal flying in confusion.

The tidings of this rout and of the safety of the Christian army arrived at Cordova just as reinforcements were

on the point of setting out. The anxiety and alarm of the queen and the public were turned to transports of joy

and gratitude. The forces were disbanded, solemn processions were made, and "Te Deums" chanted in the

The daring spirit of Muley Abdallah el Zagal in sallying forth to defend his territories while he left an armed

rival in his capital struck the people of Granada with admiration. They recalled his former exploits, and again

anticipated some hardy achievement from his valor. Couriers from the army reported its formidable position

on the height of Bentomiz. For a time there was a pause in the bloody commotions of the city; all attention

was turned to the blow about to be struck at the Christian camp. The same considerations which diffused

anxiety and terror through Cordova swelled every bosom with exulting confidence in Granada. The Moors

expected to hear of another massacre like that in the mountains of Malaga. "El Zagal has again entrapped the

enemy!" was the cry. "The power of the unbelievers is about to be struck to the heart. We shall soon see the

Christian king led captive to the capital." Thus was the name of El Zagal on every tongue. He was extolled as

the savior of the country, the only one worthy of wearing the Moorish crown. Boabdil was reviled as basely

remaining passive while his country was invaded and so violent became the clamor of the populace that his

While the people of Granada were impatiently looking out for tidings of the anticipated victory scattered

horsemen came spurring across the Vega. They were fugitives from the Moorish army, and brought the first

incoherent account of its defeat. Every one who attempted to tell the tale of this unaccountable panic and

dispersion was as if bewildered by the broken recollection of some frightful dream. He knew not how or why

it came to pass. He talked of a battle in the night, among rocks and precipices, by the glare of balefires; of

multitudes of armed foes in every pass, seen by gleams and flashes; of the sudden horror that seized upon the

army at daybreak, its headlong flight, and total dispersion. Hour after hour the arrival of other fugitives

In proportion to their recent vaunting was the humiliation that now fell upon the people of Granada. There

was a universal burst, not of grief, but indignation. They confounded the leader with the army the deserted

with those who had abandoned him, and El Zagal, from being their idol, became suddenly the object of their

execration. He had sacrificed the army; he had disgraced the nation; he had betrayed the country. He was a

On a sudden one among the multitude shouted, "Long live Boabdil el Chico!" The cry was echoed on all

sides, and every one shouted, "Long live Boabdil el Chico! long live the legitimate king of Granada! and

death to all usurpers!" In the excitement of the moment they thronged to the Albaycin, and those who had

lately besieged Boabdil with arms now surrounded his palace with acclamations. The keys of the city and of

all the fortresses were laid at his feet; he was borne in state to the Alhambra, and once more seated with all

Boabdil had by this time become so accustomed to be crowned and uncrowned by the multitude that he put

no great faith in the duration of their loyalty. He knew that he was surrounded by hollow hearts, and that most

of the courtiers of the Alhambra were secretly devoted to his uncle. He ascended the throne as the rightful

sovereign who had been dispossessed of it by usurpation, and he ordered the heads of four of the principal

nobles to be struck off who had been most zealous in support of the[9]usurper. Executions of the kind were

matters of course on any change in Moorish government, and Boabdil was lauded for his moderation and

humanity in being content with so small a sacrifice. The factions were awed into obedience; the populace,

delighted with any change, extolled Boabdil to the skies; and the name of Muley Abdallah el Zagal was for a

Never was any commander more astonished and confounded by a sudden reverse of fortune than El Zagal.

The evening had seen him with a powerful army at his command, his enemy within his grasp, and victory

about to cover him with glory and to consolidate his power: the morning beheld him a fugitive among the

mountains, his army, his prosperity, his power, all dispelled, he knew not howgone like a dream of the

night. In vain had he tried to stem the headlong flight of the army. He saw his squadrons breaking and

dispersing among the cliffs of the mountains, until of all his host only a handful of cavaliers remained

faithful. With these he made a gloomy retreat toward Granada, but with a heart full of foreboding. As he drew

near to the city he paused on the banks of the Xenil and sent forth scouts to collect intelligence. They returned

with dejected countenances. "The gates of Granada," said they, "are closed against you. The banner of

El Zagal turned his steed and departed in silence. He retreated to the town of Almunecar, and thence to

Almeria, which places still remained faithful to him. Restless and uneasy at being so distant from the capital,

he again changed his abode, and repaired to the city of Guadix, within a few leagues of Granada. Here he

remained, endeavoring to rally his forces and preparing to avail himself of any sudden change in the

The people of Velez Malaga had beheld the camp of Muley Abdallah covering the summit of Bentomiz and

glittering in the last rays of the setting sun. During the night they had been alarmed and perplexed by

signalfires on the mountain and by the sound of distant battle. When the morning broke the Moorish army

had vanished as if by enchantment. While the inhabitants were lost in wonder and conjecture, a body of

cavalry, the fragment of the army saved by Reduan de Vanegas, the brave alcayde of Granada, came

galloping to the gates. The tidings of the strange discomfiture of the host filled the city with consternation,

but Reduan exhorted the people to continue their resistance. He was devoted to El Zagal and confident in his

skill and prowess, and felt assured that he would soon collect his scattered forces and return with fresh troops

from Granada. The people were comforted by the words and encouraged by the presence of Reduan, and they

had still a lingering hope that the heavy artillery of the Christians might be locked up in the impassable

defiles of the mountains. This hope was soon at an end. The very next day they beheld long laborious lines of

ordnance slowly moving into the Spanish camplombards, ribadoquines, catapults, and cars laden with

munitionswhile the escort, under the brave master of Alcantara, wheeled in great battalions into the camp

The intelligence that Granada had shut its gates against El Zagal, and that no reinforcements were to be

expected, completed the despair of the inhabitants; even Reduan himself lost confidence and advised

Ferdinand granted favorable conditions, for he was eager to proceed against Malaga. The inhabitants were

permitted to depart with their effects except their arms, and to reside, if they chose it, in Spain in any place

distant from the sea. One hundred and twenty Christians of both sexes were rescued from captivity by the

surrender, and were sent to Cordova, where they were received with great tenderness by the queen and her

daughter the infanta Isabella in the famous cathedral in the midst of public rejoicings for the victory.

The capture of Velez Malaga was followed by the surrender of Bentomiz, Comares, and all the towns and

fortresses of the Axarquia, which were strongly garrisoned, and discreet and valiant cavaliers appointed as

their alcaydes. The inhabitants of nearly forty towns of the Alpuxarras mountains also sent deputations to the

Castilian sovereigns, taking the oath of allegiance as mudexares or Moslem vassals.

About the same time came letters from Boabdil el Chico announcing to the sovereigns the revolution of

Granada in his favor. He solicited kindness and protection for the inhabitants who had returned to their

allegiance, and for those of all other places which should renounce adherence to his uncle. By this means (he

observed) the whole kingdom of Granada would soon be induced to acknowledge his sway, and would be

The Catholic sovereigns complied with his request. Protection was immediately extended to the inhabitants

of Granada, permitting them to cultivate their fields in peace and to trade with the Christian territories in all

articles excepting arms, being provided with letters of surety from some Christian captain or alcayde. The

same favor was promised to all other places which within six months should renounce El Zagal and come

under allegiance to the younger king. Should they not do so within that time, the sovereigns threatened to

make war upon them and conquer them for themselves. This measure had a great effect in inducing many to

Having made every necessary arrangement for the government and security of the newlyconquered territory,

Ferdinand turned his attention to the great object of his campaign, the reduction of Malaga.

The city of Malaga lies in the lap of a fertile valley, surrounded by mountains, excepting on the part which

lies open to the sea. As it was one of the most important, so it was one of the strongest, cities of the Moorish

kingdom. It was fortified by walls of prodigious strength studded with a great number of huge towers. On the

land side it was protected by a natural barrier of mountains, and on the other the waves of the Mediterranean

At one end of the city, near the sea, on a high mound, stood the Alcazaba, or citadel, a fortress of great

strength. Immediately above this rose a steep and rocky mount, on the top of which in old times had been a

pharos or lighthouse, from which the height derived its name of Gibralfaro.* It was at present crowned by an

immense castle, which, from its lofty and cragged situation, its vast walls, and mighty towers, was deemed

impregnable. It communicated with the Alcazaba by a covered way six paces broad, leading down between

two walls along the profile or ridge of the rock. The castle of Gibralfaro commanded both citadel and city,

and was capable, if both were taken, of maintaining a siege. Two large suburbs adjoined the city: in the one

toward the sea were the dwellinghouses of the most opulent inhabitants, adorned with hanging gardens; the

other, on the land side, was thickly peopled and surrounded by strong walls and towers.

Malaga possessed a brave and numerous garrison, and the common people were active, hardy, and resolute;

but the city was rich and commercial, and under the habitual control of numerous opulent merchants, who

dreaded the ruinous consequences of a siege. They were little zealous for the warlike renown of their city,

and longed rather to participate in the enviable security of property and the lucrative privileges of safe traffic

with the Christian territories granted to all places which declared for Boabdil. At the head of these gainful

citizens was Ali Dordux, a mighty merchant of uncounted wealth, connected, it is said, with the royal family

of Granada, whose ships traded to every part of the Levant and whose word was as a law in Malaga. Ali

Dordux assembled the most opulent and important of his commercial brethren, and they repaired in a body to

the Alcazaba, where they were received by the alcayde, Aben Comixa, with that deference generally shown

to men of their great local dignity and power of purse. Ali Dordux was ample and stately in his form and

fluent and emphatic in his discourse; his eloquence had an effect, therefore, upon the alcayde as he

represented the hopelessness of a defence of Malaga, the misery that must attend a siege, and the ruin that

must follow a capture by force of arms. On the other hand, he set forth the grace that might be obtained from

the Castilian sovereigns by an early and voluntary acknowledgment of Boabdil as king, the peaceful

possession of their property, and the profitable commerce with the Christian ports that would be allowed

them. He was seconded by his weighty and important coadjutors; and the alcadye, accustomed to regard them

as the arbiters of the affairs of the place, yielded to their united counsels. He departed, therefore, with all

speed to the Christian camp, empowered to arrange a capitulation with the Castilian monarch, and in the

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There was at this time as alcayde in the old cragbuilt castle of Gibralfaro a warlike and fiery Moor, an

implacable enemy of the Christians. This was no other than Hamet Zeli, surnamed El Zegri, the

onceformidable alcayde of Ronda and the terror of its mountains. He had never forgiven the capture of his

favorite fortress, and panted for vengeance on the Christians. Notwithstanding his reverses, he had retained

the favor of El Zagal, who knew how to appreciate a bold warrior of the kind, and had placed him in

Hamet el Zegri had gathered round him the remnant of his band of Gomeres, with others of the same tribe

recently arrived from Morocco. These fierce warriors were nestled like so many warhawks about their lofty

cliff. They looked down with martial contempt upon the commercial city of Malaga, which they were placed

to protect; or, rather, they esteemed it only for its military importance and its capability of defence. They held

no communion with its trading, gainful inhabitants, and even considered the garrison of the Alcazaba as their

inferiors. War was their pursuit and passion; they rejoiced in its turbulent and perilous scenes; and, confident

in the strength of the city, and, above all, of their castle, they set at defiance the menace of Christian invasion.

There were among them also many apostate Moors, who had once embraced Christianity, but had since

recanted and fled from the vengeance of the Inquisition.* These were desperadoes who had no mercy to

Such were the fierce elements of the garrison of Gibralfaro, and its rage may easily be conceived at hearing

that Malaga was to be given up without a blow; that they were to sink into Christian vassals under the

intermediate sway of Boabdil el Chico; and that the alcayde of the Alcazaba had departed to arrange the

Hamet determined to avert by desperate means the threatened degradation. He knew that there was a large

party in the city faithful to El Zagal, being composed of warlike men who had taken refuge from the various

mountaintowns which had been captured; their feelings were desperate as their fortunes, and, like Hamet,

they panted for revenge upon the Christians. With these he had a secret conference, and received assurances

of their adherence to him in any measures of defence. As to the counsel of the peaceful inhabitants, he

considered it unworthy the consideration of a soldier, and he spurned at the interference of the wealthy

"Still," said Hamet el Zegri, "let us proceed regularly." So he descended with his Gomeres to the citadel,

entered it suddenly, put to death the brother of the alcayde and such of the garrison as made any demur, and

then summoned the principal inhabitants of Malaga to deliberate on measures for the welfare of the city.*

The wealthy merchants again mounted to the citadel, excepting Ali Dordux, who refused to obey the

summons. They entered with hearts filled with awe, for they found Hamet surrounded by his grim African

guard and all the stern array of military power, and they beheld the bloody traces of the recent massacre.

Hamet rolled a dark and searching eye upon the assembly. "Who," said he, "is loyal and devoted to Muley

Abdallah el Zagal?" Every one present asserted his loyalty. "Good!" said Hamet; "and who is ready to prove

his devotion to his sovereign by defending this his important city to the last extremity?" Every one present

declared his readiness. "Enough!" observed Hamet. "The alcayde Aben Comixa has proved himself a traitor

to his sovereign and to you all, for he has conspired to deliver the place to the Christians. It behooves you to

choose some other commander capable of defending your city against the approaching enemy." The assembly

declared unanimously that no one was so worthy of the command as himself. So Hamet was appointed

alcayde of Malaga, and immediately proceeded to man the forts and towers with his partisans and to make

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Intelligence of these occurrences put an end to the negotiations between King Ferdinand and the superseded

alcayde Aben Comixa, and it was supposed there was no alternative but to lay siege to the place. The

marques of Cadiz, however, found at Velez a Moorish cavalier of some note, a native of Malaga, who offered

to tamper with Hamet el Zegri for the surrender of the city, or at least of the castle of Gibralfaro. The marques

communicated this to the king. "I put this business and the key of my treasury into your hands," said

The marques armed the Moor with his own lance, cuirass, and target and mounted him on one of his own

horses. He equipped in similar style also another Moor, his companion and relative. They bore secret letters

to Hamet from the marques offering him the town of Coin in perpetual inheritance and four thousand doblas

in gold if he would deliver up Gibralfaro, together with a farm and two thousand doblas for his lieutenant,

Ibrahim Zenete, and large sums to be distributed among his officers and soldiers; and he offered unlimited

Hamet had a warrior's admiration of the marques of Cadiz, and received his messengers with courtesy in his

fortress of Gibralfaro. He even listened to their propositions with patience, and dismissed them in safety,

though with an absolute refusal. The marques thought his reply was not so peremptory as to discourage

another effort. The emissaries were despatched, therefore, a second time, with further propositions. They

approached Malaga in the night, but found the guards doubled, patrols abroad, and the whole place on the

alert. They were discovered, pursued, and only saved themselves by the fleetness of their steeds and their

Finding all attempts to tamper with the faith of Hamet utterly futile, King Ferdinand publicly summoned the

city to surrender, offering the most favorable terms in case of immediate compliance, but threatening

It required a man of nerve to undertake the delivery of such a summons in the present heated and turbulent

state of the Moorish community. Such a one stepped forward in the person of a cavalier of the royal guards,

Hernan Perez del Pulgar by name, a youth of noble descent, who had already signalized himself by his

romantic valor and daring enterprise. Furnished with official papers for Hamet el Zegri and a private letter

from the king to Ali Dordux, he entered the gates of Malaga under the protection of a flag, and boldly

delivered his summons in presence of the principal inhabitants. The language of the summons or the tone in

which it was delivered exasperated the fiery spirit of the Moors, and it required all the energy of Hamet and

the influence of several of the alfaquis to prevent an outrage to the person of the ambassador. The reply of

Hamet was haughty and decided. "The city of Malaga has been confided to me," said he"not to be

surrendered, but defended, and the king shall witness how I acquit myself of my charge."*

His mission at an end, Hernan del Pulgar rode slowly and deliberately through the city, utterly regardless of

the scowls and menaces and scarcely restrained turbulence of the multitude, and bore to Ferdinand at Velez

the haughty answer of the Moor, but at the same time gave him a formidable account of the force of the

garrison, the strength of the fortifications, and the determined spirit of the commander and his men. The king

immediately sent orders to have the heavy artillery forwarded from Antiquera, and on the 7th of May

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The army of Ferdinand advanced in lengthened line, glittering along the foot of the mountains which border

the Mediterranean, while a fleet of vessels, freighted with heavy artillery and warlike munitions, kept pace

with it at a short distance from the land, covering the sea with a thousand gleaming sails. When Hamet el

Zegri saw this force approaching, he set fire to the houses of the suburbs which adjoined the walls and sent

The Christian army drew near to the city at that end where the castle and rocky height of Gibralfaro defended

the seaboard. Immediately opposite, at about two bowshots' distance, stood the castle, and between it and

the high chain of mountains was a steep and rocky hill, at present called the hill of St. Christobal,

commanding a pass through which the Christians must march to penetrate to the vega and surround the city.

Hamet ordered the three battalions to take their stationsone on this hill, another in the pass near the castle,

A body of Spanish footsoldiers of the advance guard, sturdy mountaineers of Galicia, sprang forward to

climb the side of the height next the sea, at the same time a number of cavaliers and hidalgos of the royal

household attacked the Moors who guarded the pass below. The Moors defended their posts with obstinate

valor. The Galicians were repeatedly overpowered and driven down the hill, but as often rallied, and, being

reinforced by the hidalgos and cavaliers, returned to the assault. This obstinate struggle lasted for six hours:

the strife was of a deadly kind, not merely with crossbows and arquebuses, but hand to hand with swords and

daggers; no quarter was claimed or given on either sidethey fought not to make captives, but to slay. It was

but the advance of the Christian army that was engaged; so narrow was the pass along the coast that the army

could proceed only in file: horse and foot and beasts of burden were crowded one upon another, impeding

each other and blocking up the narrow and rugged defile. The soldiers heard the uproar of the battle, the

sound of trumpets, and the warcries of the Moors, but tried in vain to press forward to the assistance of their

At length a body of footsoldiers of the Holy Brotherhood climbed with great difficulty the steep side of the

mountain which overhung the pass, and advanced with seven banners displayed. The Moors, seeing this force

above them, abandoned the pass in despair. The battle was still raging on the height; the Galicians, though

supported by Castilian troops under Don Hurtado de Mendoza and Garcilasso de la Vega, were severely

pressed and roughly handled by the Moors: at length a brave standardbearer, Luys Mazeda by name, threw

himself into the midst of the enemy and planted his banner on the summit. The Galicians and Castilians,

stimulated by this noble self devotion, followed him, fighting desperately, and the Moors were at length

This important height being taken, the pass lay open to the army, but by this time evening was advancing, and

the host was too weary and exhausted to seek proper situations for the encampment. The king, attended by

several grandees and cavaliers, went the rounds at night, stationing outposts toward the city and guards and

patrols to give the alarm on the least movement of the enemy. All night the Christians lay upon their arms,

When the morning dawned the king gazed with admiration at this city which he hoped soon to add to his

dominions. It was surrounded on one side by vineyards, gardens, and orchards, which covered the hills with

verdure; on the other side its walls were bathed by the smooth and tranquil sea. Its vast and lofty towers and

prodigious castles, hoary with age, yet unimpaired in strength, showed the labors of magnanimous men in

former times to protect their favorite abode. Hanging gardens, groves of oranges, citrons, and pomegranates,

with tall cedars and stately palms, were mingled with the stern battlements and towers, bespeaking the

In the mean time, the Christian army poured through the pass, and, throwing out its columns and extending

its lines, took possession of every vantageground around the city. King Ferdinand surveyed the ground and

The important mount of St. Christobal, which had cost so violent a struggle and faced the powerful fortress of

Gibralfaro, was given in charge to Roderigo Ponce de Leon, marques of Cadiz, who in all sieges claimed the

post of danger. He had several noble cavaliers with their retainers in his encampment, which consisted of

fifteen hundred horse and fourteen thousand foot, and extended from the summit of the mount to the margin

of the sea, completely blocking up the approach to the city on that side. From this post a line of encampments

extended quite round the city to the seaboard, fortified by bulwarks and deep ditches, while a fleet of armed

ships and galleys stretched before the harbor, so that the place was completely invested by sea and land. The

various parts of the valley now resounded with the din of preparation, and was filled with artificers preparing

warlike engines and munitions; armorers and smiths with glowing forges and deafening hammers; carpenters

and engineers constructing machines wherewith to assail the walls; stonecutters shaping stone balls for the

When the encampment was formed the heavy ordnance was landed from the ships and mounted in various

parts of the camp. Five huge lombards were placed on the mount commanded by the marques of Cadiz, so as

The Moors made strenuous efforts to impede these preparations. They kept up a heavy fire from their

ordnance upon the men employed in digging trenches or constructing batteries, so that the latter had to work

principally in the night. The royal tents had been stationed conspicuously and within reach of the Moorish

batteries, but were so warmly assailed that they had to be removed behind a hill.

When the works were completed the Christian batteries opened in return, and kept up a tremendous

cannonade, while the fleet, approaching the land, assailed the city vigorously on the opposite side.

"It was a glorious and delectable sight," observes Fray Antonio Agapida, "to behold this infidel city thus

surrounded by sea and land by a mighty Christian force. Every mound in its circuit was, as it were, a little

city of tents bearing the standard of some renowned Catholic warrior. Besides the warlike ships and galleys

which lay before the place, the sea was covered with innumerable sails, passing and repassing, appearing and

disappearing, being engaged in bringing supplies for the subsistence of the army. It seemed a vast spectacle

contrived to recreate the eye, did not the volleying bursts of flame and smoke from the ships, which seemed

to lie asleep on the quiet sea, and the thunder of ordnance from camp and city, from tower and battlement, tell

"At night the scene was far more direful than in the day. The cheerful light of the sun was gone; there was

nothing but the flashes of artillery or the baleful gleams of combustibles thrown into the city, and the

conflagration of the houses. The fire kept up from the Christian batteries was incessant: there were seven

great lombards in particular, called the Seven Sisters of Ximenes, which did tremendous execution. The

Moorish ordnance replied in thunder from the walls; Gibralfaro was wrapped in volumes of smoke rolling

about its base; and Hamet and his Gomeres looked out with triumph upon the tempest of war they had

awaked. Truly they were so many demons incarnate," concludes the pious Fray Antonio Agapida, "who were

permitted by Heaven to enter into and possess this infidel city for its perdition."

The attack on Malaga by sea and land was kept up for several days with tremendous violence, but without

producing any great impression, so strong were the ancient bulwarks of the city. The count de Cifuentes was

the first to signalize himself by any noted achievement. A main tower, protecting what is at present called the

suburb of Santa Ana, had been shattered by the ordnance and the battlements demolished, so as to yield no

shelter to its defenders. Seeing this, the count assembled a gallant band of cavaliers of the royal household

and advanced to take it by storm. They applied scalingladders and mounted sword in hand. The Moors,

having no longer battlements to protect them, descended to a lower floor, and made furious resistance from

the windows and loopholes. They poured down boiling pitch and rosin, and hurled stones and darts and

arrows on the assailants. Many of the Christians were slain, their ladders were destroyed by flaming

combustibles, and the count was obliged to retreat from before the tower. On the following day he renewed

the attack with superior force, and after a severe combat succeeded in planting his victorious banner on the

The Moors now assailed the tower in their turn. They undermined the part toward the city, placed props of

wood under the foundation, and, setting fire to them, drew off to a distance. In a little while the props gave

way, the foundation sunk, and the tower was rent; part of its wall fell with a tremendous noise; many of the

Christians were thrown out headlong, and the rest were laid open to the missiles of the enemy.

By this time, however, a breach had been made in the wall of the suburb adjoining the tower, and troops

poured in to the assistance of their comrades. A continued battle was kept up for two days and a night by

reinforcements from camp and city. The parties fought backward and forward through the breach of the wall

and in the narrow and winding streets adjacent with alternate success, and the vicinity of the tower was

strewn with the dead and wounded. At length the Moors gradually gave way, disputing every inch of ground,

until they were driven into the city, and the Christians remained masters of the greater part of the suburb.

This partial success, though gained with great toil and bloodshed, gave temporary animation to the

Christians; they soon found, however, that the attack on the main works of the city was a much more arduous

task. The garrison contained veterans who had served in many of the towns captured by the Christians. They

were no longer confounded and dismayed by the battering ordnance and other strange engines of foreign

invention, and had become expert in parrying their effects, in repairing breaches, and erecting counterworks.

The Christians, accustomed of late to speedy conquests of Moorish fortresses, became impatient of the slow

progress of the siege. Many were apprehensive of a scarcity of provisions from the difficulty of subsisting so

numerous a host in the heart of the enemy's country, where it was necessary to transport supplies across

rugged and hostile mountains or subjected to the uncertainties of the sea. Many also were alarmed at a

pestilence which broke out in the neighboring villages, and some were so overcome by these apprehensions

Several of the loose and worthless hangerson that infest all great armies, hearing these murmurs, thought

that the siege would soon be raised, and deserted to the enemy, hoping to make their fortunes. They gave

exaggerated accounts of the alarms and discontents of the army, and represented the troops as daily returning

home in bands. Above all, they declared that the gunpowder was nearly exhausted, so that the artillery would

soon be useless. They assured the Moors, therefore, that if they persisted a little longer in their defence, the

The reports of these renegados gave fresh courage to the garrison; they made vigorous sallies upon the camp,

harassing it by night and day, and obliging every part to be guarded with the most painful vigilance. They

fortified the weak parts of their walls with ditches and palisadoes, and gave every manifestation of a

Ferdinand soon received intelligence of the reports which had been carried to the Moors: he understood that

they had been informed, likewise, that the queen was alarmed for the safety of the camp, and had written

repeatedly urging him to abandon the siege. As the best means of disproving all these falsehoods and

destroying the vain hopes of the enemy, he wrote to the queen entreating her to come and take up her

Great was the enthusiasm of the army when they beheld their patriot queen advancing in state to share the

toils and dangers of her people. Isabella entered the camp attended by the dignitaries and the whole retinue of

her court to manifest that this was no temporary visit. On one side of her was her daughter, the infanta; on the

other, the grand cardinal of Spain: Hernando de Talavera, the prior of Prado, confessor to the queen,

followed, with a great train of prelates, courtiers, cavaliers, and ladies of distinction. The cavalcade moved in

calm and stately order through the camp, softening the iron aspect of war by this array of courtly grace and

Isabella had commanded that on her coming to the camp the horrors of war should be suspended and fresh

offers of peace made to the enemy. On her arrival, therefore, there had been a general cessation of firing

throughout the camp. A messenger was at the same time despatched to the besieged, informing them of her

being in the camp, and of the determination of the sovereigns to make it their settled residence until the city

should be taken. The same terms were offered in case of immediate surrender that had been granted to Velez

Malaga, but the inhabitants were threatened with captivity and the sword should they persist in their defence.

Hamet el Zegri received this message with haughty contempt, and dismissed the messenger without deigning

a reply, and accompanied by an escort to prevent his holding any communication with the inhabitants in the

streets. "The Christian sovereigns," said Hamet to those about him, "have made this offer in consequence of

their despair. The silence of their batteries proves the truth of what has been told us, that their powder is

exhausted. They have no longer the means of demolishing our walls, and if they remain much longer the

autumnal rains will interrupt their convoys and fill their camp with famine and disease. The first storm will

disperse their fleet, which has no neighboring port of shelter: Africa will then be open to us to procure

The words of Hamet el Zegri were hailed as oracular by his adherents. Many of the peaceful part of the

community, however, ventured to remonstrate, and to implore him to accept the proffered mercy. The stern

Hamet silenced them with a terrific threat: he declared that whoever should talk of capitulating or should hold

any communication with the Christians should be put to death. The Gomeres, like true men of the sword,

acted upon the menace of their chieftain as upon a written law, and, having detected several of the inhabitants

in secret correspondence with the enemy, set upon and slew them and confiscated their effects. This struck

such terror into the citizens that those who had been loudest in their murmurs became suddenly mute, and

were remarked as evincing the greatest bustle and alacrity in the defence of the city.

When the messenger returned to the camp and reported the contemptuous reception of the royal message,

King Ferdinand was exceedingly indignant. Finding the cessation of firing on the queen's arrival had

encouraged a belief among the enemy that there was a scarcity of powder in the camp, he ordered a general

discharge from all the batteries. The sudden burst of war from every quarter soon convinced the Moors of

their error and completed the confusion of the citizens, who knew not which most to dread, their assailants or

That evening the sovereigns visited the encampment of the marques of Cadiz, which commanded a view over

a great part of the city, the camp, and the sea with its flotillas. The tent of the marques was of great

magnitude, furnished with hangings of rich brocade and French cloth of the rarest texture. It was in the

Oriental style, and, as it crowned the height, with the surrounding tents of other cavaliers, all sumptuously

furnished, presented a gay and silken contrast to the opposite towers of Gibralfaro. Here a splendid collation

was served up to the sovereigns, and the courtly revel that prevailed in this chivalrous encampment, the glitter

of pageantry, and the bursts of festive music made more striking the gloom and silence that reigned over the

The marques of Cadiz while it was yet light conducted his royal visitors to every point that commanded a

view of the warlike scene below. He caused the heavy lombards also to be discharged, that the queen and

ladies of the court might witness the effect of those tremendous engines. The fair dames were filled with awe

and admiration as the mountain shook beneath their feet with the thunder of the artillery and they beheld

While the good marques was displaying these things to his royal guests he lifted up his eyes, and to his

astonishment beheld his own banner hanging out from the nearest tower of Gibralfaro. The blood mantled in

his cheek, for it was a banner which he had lost at the time of the memorable massacre of the heights of

Malaga.* To make this taunt more evident, several of the Gomeres displayed themselves upon the

battlements arrayed in the helmets and cuirasses of some of the cavaliers slain or captured on that occasion.

The marques of Cadiz restrained his indignation and held his peace, but several of, his cavaliers vowed loudly

The marques of Cadiz was not a cavalier that readily forgave an injury or an insult. On the morning after the

royal banquet his batteries opened a tremendous fire upon Gibralfaro. All day the encampment was wrapped

in wreaths of smoke, nor did the assault cease with the day, but throughout the night there was an incessant

flashing and thundering of the lombards, and the following morning the assault rather increased than

slackened in fury. The Moorish bulwarks were no proof against those formidable engines. In a few days the

lofty tower on which the taunting banner had been displayed was shattered, a smaller tower in its vicinity

Several of the hotspirited cavaliers were eager for storming the breach sword in hand; others, more cool and

wary, pointed out the rashness of such an attempt, for the Moors had worked indefatigably in the night; they

had digged a deep ditch within the breach, and had fortified it with palisadoes and a high breastwork. All,

however, agreed that the camp might safely be advanced near to the ruined walls, and that it ought to be done

The marques of Cadiz felt the temerity of the measure, but was unwilling to dampen the zeal of these

highspirited cavaliers, and, having chosen the post of danger in the camp, it did not become him to decline

any service merely because it might appear perilous. He ordered his outposts, therefore, to be advanced

within a stone's throw of the breach, but exhorted the soldiers to maintain the utmost vigilance.

The thunder of the batteries had ceased; the troops, exhausted by two nights' fatigue and watchfulness, and

apprehending no danger from the dismantled walls, were half of them asleep; the rest were scattered about in

negligent security. On a sudden upward of two thousand Moors sallied forth from the castle, led on by

Ibrahim Zenete, the principal captain under Hamet. They fell with fearful havoc upon the advanced guard,

The marques was in his tent, about a bowshot distant, when he heard the tumult of the onset and beheld his

men dying in confusion. He rushed forth, followed by his standardbearer. "Turn again, cavaliers!"

exclaimed he; "I am here, Ponce de Leon! To the foe! to the foe!" The flying troops stopped at hearing his

wellknown voice, rallied under his banner, and turned upon the enemy. The encampment by this time was

roused; several cavaliers from the adjoining stations had hastened to the scene of action, with a number of

Galicians and soldiers of the Holy Brotherhood. An obstinate and bloody contest ensued; the ruggedness of

the place, the rocks, chasms, and declivities broke it into numerous combats: Christian and Moor fought hand

to hand with swords and daggers, and often, grappling and struggling, rolled together down the precipices.

The banner of the marques was in danger of being taken: he hastened to its rescue, followed by some of his

bravest cavaliers. They were surrounded by the enemy, and several of them cut down. Don Diego Ponce de

Leon, brother to the marques, was wounded by an arrow, and his soninlaw, Luis Ponce, was likewise

wounded: they succeeded, however, in rescuing the banner and bearing it off in safety. The battle lasted for

an hour; the height was covered with killed and wounded and the blood flowed in streams down the rocks; at

length, Ibrahim Zenete being disabled by the thrust of a lance, the Moors gave way and retreated to the castle.

They now opened a galling fire from their battlements and towers, approaching the breaches so as to

discharge their crossbows and arquebuses into the advanced guard of the encampment. The marques was

singled out: the shot fell thick about him, and one passed through his buckler and struck upon his cuirass, but

without doing him any injury. Every one now saw the danger and inutility of approaching the camp thus near

to the castle, and those who had counselled it were now urgent that it should be withdrawn. It was

accordingly removed back to its original ground, from which the marques had most reluctantly advanced it.

Nothing but his valor and timely aid had prevented this attack on his outpost from ending in a total rout of all

Many cavaliers of distinction fell in this contest, but the loss of none was felt more deeply than that of Ortega

del Prado, captain of escaladors. He was one of the bravest men in the service, the same who had devised the

first successful blow of the war, the storming of Alhama, where he was the first to plant and mount the

scaling ladders. He had always been high in the favor and confidence of the noble Ponce de Leon, who

knew how to appreciate and avail himself of the merits of all able and valiant men.*

Great were the exertions now made, both by the besiegers and the besieged, to carry on the contest with the

utmost vigor. Hamet went the rounds of the walls and towers, doubling the guards and putting everything in

the best posture of defence. The garrison was divided into parties of a hundred, to each of which a captain

was appointed. Some were to patrol, others to sally forth and skirmish with the enemy, and others to hold

themselves armed and in reserve. Six albatozas, or floating batteries, were manned and armed with pieces of

On the other hand, the Castilian sovereigns kept open a communication by sea with various parts of Spain,

from which they received provisions of all kinds; they ordered supplies of powder also from Valencia,

Barcelona, Sicily, and Portugal. They made great preparations also for storming the city. Towers of wood

were constructed to move on wheels, each capable of holding one hundred men; they were furnished with

ladders to be thrown from their summits to the tops of the walls, and within those ladders others were

encased, to be let down for the descent of the troops into the city. There were gallipagos, or tortoises, also

being great wooden shields, covered with hides, to protect the assailants and those who undermined the walls.

Secret mines were commenced in various places: some were intended to reach to the foundations of the walls,

which were to be propped up with wood, ready to be set on fire; others were to pass under the walls, and

remain ready to be broken open so as to give entrance to the besiegers. At these mines the army worked day

and night, and during these secret preparations the ordnance kept up a fire upon the city to divert the attention

In the mean time, Hamet displayed wonderful vigor and ingenuity in defending the city and in repairing or

fortifying by deep ditches the breaches made by the enemy. He noted also every place where the camp might

be assailed with advantage, and gave the besieging army no repose night or day. While his troops sallied on

the land, his floating batteries attacked the besiegers on the sea, so that there was incessant skirmishing. The

tents called the Queen's Hospital were crowded with wounded, and the whole army suffered from constant

watchfulness and fatigue. To guard against the sudden assaults of the Moors, the trenches were deepened and

palisadoes erected in front of the camp; and in that part facing Gibralfaro, where the rocky heights did not

admit of such defences, a high rampart of earth was thrown up. The cavaliers Garcilasso de la Vega, Juan de

Zuniga, and Diego de Atayde were appointed to go the rounds and keep vigilant watch that these

In a little while Hamet discovered the mines secretly commenced by the Christians: he immediately ordered

countermines. The soldiers mutually worked until they met and fought hand to hand in these subterranean

passages. The Christians were driven out of one of their mines; fire was set to the wooden framework and the

mine destroyed. Encouraged by this success, the Moors attempted a general attack upon the camp, the mines,

and the besieging fleet. The battle lasted for six hours on land and water, above and below ground, on

bulwark, and in trench and mine; the Moors displayed wonderful intrepidity, but were finally repulsed at all

points, and obliged to retire into the city, where they were closely invested, without the means of receiving

The horrors of famine were now added to the other miseries of Malaga. Hamet, with the spirit of a man bred

up to war, considered everything as subservient to the wants of the soldier, and ordered all the grain in the

city to be gathered and garnered up for the sole use of those who fought. Even this was dealt out sparingly,

and each soldier received four ounces of bread in the morning and two in the evening for his daily allowance.

The wealthy inhabitants and all those peacefully inclined mourned over a resistance which brought

destruction upon their houses, death into their families, and which they saw must end in their ruin and

captivity; still, none of them dared to speak openly of capitulation, or even to manifest their grief, lest they

should awaken the wrath of their fierce defenders. They surrounded their civic champion, Ali Dordux, the

great and opulent merchant, who had buckled on shield and cuirass and taken spear in hand for the defence of

his native city, and with a large body of the braver citizens had charge of one of the gates and a considerable

portion of the walls. Drawing Ali Dordux aside, they poured forth their griefs to him in secret. "Why," said

they, "should we suffer our native city to be made a mere bulwark and fightingplace for foreign barbarians

and desperate men? They have no families to care for, no property to lose, no love for the soil, and no value

for their lives. They fight to gratify a thirst for blood or a desire for revenge, and will fight on until Malaga

becomes a ruin and its people slaves. Let us think and act for ourselves, our wives, and our children. Let us

make private terms with the Christians before it is too late, and save ourselves from destruction."

The bowels of Ali Dordux yearned toward his fellow citizens; he bethought him also of the sweet security of

peace and the bloodless yet gratifying triumphs of gainful traffic. The idea also of a secret negotiation or

bargain with the Castilian sovereigns for the redemption of his native city was more conformable to his

accustomed habits than this violent appeal to arms, for, though he had for a time assumed the warrior, he had

not forgotten the merchant. Ali Dordux communed, therefore, with the citizensoldiers under his command,

and they readily conformed to his opinion. Concerting together, they wrote a proposition to the Castilian

sovereigns, offering to admit the army into the part of the city entrusted to their care on receiving assurance

of protection for the lives and properties of the inhabitants. This writing they delivered to a trusty emissary to

take to the Christian camp, appointing the hour and place of his return that they might be ready to admit him

The Moor made his way in safety to the camp, and was admitted to the presence of the sovereigns. Eager to

gain the city without further cost of blood or treasure, they gave a written promise to grant the condition, and

the Moor set out joyfully on his return. As he approached the walls where Ali Dordux and his confederates

were waiting to receive him, he was descried by a patrolling band of Gomeres, and considered a spy coming

from the camp of the besiegers. They issued forth and seized him in sight of his employers, who gave

themselves up for lost. The Gomeres had conducted him nearly to the gate, when he escaped from their grasp

and fled. They endeavored to overtake him, but were encumbered with armor; he was lightly clad, and he fled

for his life. One of the Gomeres paused, and, levelling his crossbow, let fly a bolt which pierced the fugitive

between the shoulders; he fell and was nearly within their grasp, but rose again and with a desperate effort

attained the Christian camp. The Gomeres gave over the pursuit, and the citizens returned thanks to Allah for

their deliverance from this fearful peril. As to the faithful messenger, he died of his wound shortly after

reaching the camp, consoled with the idea that he had preserved the secret and the lives of his employers.*

The sufferings of Malaga spread sorrow and anxiety among the Moors, and they dreaded lest this beautiful

city, once the bulwark of the kingdom, should fall into the hands of the unbelievers. The old warriorking,

Abdallah el Zagal, was still sheltered in Guadix, where he was slowly gathering together his shattered forces.

When the people of Guadix heard of the danger and distress of Malaga, they urged to be led to its relief, and

the alfaquis admonished El Zagal not to desert so righteous and loyal a city in its extremity. His own warlike

nature made him feel a sympathy for a place that made so gallant a resistance, and he despatched as powerful

a reinforcement as he could spare under conduct of a chosen captain, with orders to throw themselves into the

Intelligence of this reinforcement reached Boabdil el Chico in his royal palace of the Alhambra. Filled with

hostility against his uncle, and desirous of proving his loyalty to the Castilian sovereigns, he immediately sent

forth a superior force of horse and foot under an able commander to intercept the detachment. A sharp

conflict ensued; the troops of El Zagal were routed with great loss and fled back in confusion to Guadix.

Boabdil, not being accustomed to victories, was flushed with this melancholy triumph. He sent tidings of it to

the Castilian sovereigns, accompanied with rich silks, boxes of Arabian perfume, a cup of gold richly

wrought, and a female captive of Ubeda as presents to the queen, and four Arabian steeds magnificently

caparisoned, a sword and dagger richly mounted, and several albornozes and other robes sumptuously

embroidered for the king. He entreated them at the same time always to look upon him with favor as their

Boabdil was fated to be unfortunate, even in his victories. His defeat of the forces of his uncle destined to the

relief of unhappy Malaga shocked the feelings and cooled the loyalty of many of his best adherents. The mere

men of traffic might rejoice in their golden interval of peace, but the chivalrous spirits of Granada spurned a

security purchased by such sacrifices of pride and affection. The people at large, having gratified their love of

change, began to question whether they had acted generously by their old fighting monarch. "El Zagal," said

they, "was fierce and bloody, but then he was faithful to his country; he was an usurper, it is true, but then he

maintained the glory of the crown which he usurped. If his sceptre was a rod of iron to his subjects, it was a

sword of steel against their enemies. This Boabdil sacrifices religion, friends, country, everything, to a mere

These factious murmurs soon reached the ears of Boabdil, and he apprehended another of his customary

reverses. He sent in all haste to the Castilian sovereigns beseeching military aid to keep him on his throne.

Ferdinand graciously complied with a request so much in unison with his policy. A detachment of one

thousand cavalry and two thousand infantry was sent under the command of Don Fernandez Gonsalvo of

Cordova, subsequently renowned as the grand captain. With this succor Boabdil expelled from the city all

those who were hostile to him and in favor of his uncle. He felt secure in these troops, from their being

distinct in manners, language, and religion from his subjects, and compromised with his pride in thus

exhibiting that most unnatural and humiliating of all regal spectacles, a monarch supported on his throne by

foreign weapons and by soldiers hostile to his people. Nor was Boabdil el Chico the only Moorish sovereign

that sought protection from Ferdinand and Isabella. A splendid galley with latine sails and several banks of

oars, displaying the standard of the Crescent, but likewise a white flag in sign of amity, came one day into the

harbor. An ambassador landed from it within the Christian lines. He came from the king of Tremezan, and

brought presents similar to those of Boabdil, consisting of Arabian coursers, with bits, stirrups, and other

furniture of gold, together with costly Moorish mantles: for the queen there were sumptuous shawls, robes,

The king of Tremezan had been alarmed at the rapid conquests of the Spanish arms, and startled by the

descent of several Spanish cruisers on the coast of Africa. He craved to be considered a vassal to the Castilian

sovereigns, and that they would extend such favor and security to his ships and subjects as had been shown to

other Moors who had submitted to their sway. He requested a painting of their arms, that he and his subjects

might recognize and respect their standard whenever they encountered it. At the same time he implored their

clemency toward unhappy Malaga, and that its inhabitants might experience the same favor that had been

The embassy was graciously received by the Christian sovereigns. They granted the protection required,

ordering their commanders to respect the flag of Tremezan unless it should be found rendering assistance to

the enemy. They sent also to the Barbary monarch their royal arms moulded in escutcheons of gold, a

While thus the chances of assistance from without daily decreased, famine raged in the city. The inhabitants

were compelled to eat the flesh of horses, and many died of hunger. What made the sufferings of the citizens

the more intolerable was to behold the sea covered with ships daily arriving with provisions for the besiegers.

Day after day also they saw herds of fat cattle and flocks of sheep driven into the camp. Wheat and flour were

piled in huge mounds in the centre of the encampments, glaring in the sunshine, and tantalizing the wretched

citizens, who, while they and their children were perishing with hunger, beheld prodigal abundance reigning

There lived at this time in a hamlet in the neighborhood of Guadix an ancient Moor of the name of Ibrahim el

Guerbi. He was a native of the island of Guerbes, in the kingdom of Tunis, and had for several years led the

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life of a santon or hermit. The hot sun of Africa had dried his blood, and rendered him of an exalted yet

melancholy temperament. He passed most of his time in caves of the mountains in meditation, prayer, and

rigorous abstinence, until his body was wasted and his mind bewildered, and he fancied himself favored with

divine revelations and visited by angels sent by Mahomet. The Moors, who had a great reverence for all

enthusiasts of the kind, believed in his being inspired, listened to all his ravings as veritable prophecies, and

The woes of the kingdom of Granada had long exasperated the gloomy spirit of this man, and he had beheld

with indignation this beautiful country wrested from the dominion of the faithful and becoming a prey to the

unbelievers. He had implored the blessings of Allah on the troops which issued forth from Guadix for the

relief of Malaga, but when he saw them return routed and scattered by their own countrymen, he retired to his

cell, shut himself up from the world, and was plunged for a time in the blackest melancholy.

On a sudden he made his appearance again in the streets of Guadix, his face haggard, his form emaciated, but

his eyes beaming with fire. He said that Allah had sent an angel to him in the solitude of his cell, revealing to

him a mode of delivering Malaga from its perils and striking horror and confusion into the camp of the

unbelievers. The Moors listened with eager credulity to his words: four hundred of them offered to follow

him even to the death and to obey implicitly his commands. Of this number many were Gomeres, anxious to

They traversed the kingdom by the wild and lonely passes of the mountains, concealing themselves in the day

and travelling only in the night to elude the Christian scouts. At length they arrived at the mountains which

tower above Malaga, and, looking down, beheld the city completely invested, a chain of encampments

extending round it from shore to shore and a line of ships blockading it by sea, while the continual thunder of

artillery and the smoke rising in various parts showed that the siege was pressed with great activity. The

hermit scanned the encampments warily from his lofty height. He saw that the part of the encampment of the

marques of Cadiz which was at the foot of the height and on the margin of the sea was most assailable, the

rocky soil not admitting ditches or palisadoes. Remaining concealed all day, he descended with his followers

at night to the seacoast and approached silently to the outworks. He had given them their instructions: they

were to rush suddenly upon the camp, fight their way through, and throw themselves into the city.

It was just at the gray of the dawning, when objects are obscurely visible, that they made this desperate

attempt. Some sprang suddenly upon the sentinels, others rushed into the sea and got round the works, others

clambered over the breastworks. There was sharp skirmishing; a great part of the Moors were cut to pieces,

The santon took no part in the conflict, nor did he endeavor to enter the city. His plans were of a different

nature. Drawing apart from the battle, he threw himself on his knees on a rising ground, and, lifting his hands

to heaven, appeared to be absorbed in prayer. The Christians, as they were searching for fugitives in the clefts

of the rocks, found him at his devotions. He stirred not at their approach, but remained fixed as a statue,

without changing color or moving a muscle. Filled with surprise, not unmingled with awe, they took him to

the marques of Cadiz. He was wrapped in a coarse albornoz, or Moorish mantle, his beard was long and

grizzled, and there was something wild and melancholy in his look that inspired curiosity. On being

examined, he gave himself out as a saint to whom Allah had revealed the events that were to take place in

that siege. The marques demanded when and how Malaga was to be taken. He replied that he knew full well,

but he was forbidden to reveal those important secrets except to the king and queen. The good marques was

not more given to superstitious fancies than other commanders of his time, yet there seemed something

singular and mysterious about this man; he might have some important intelligence to communicate; so he

was persuaded to send him to the king and queen. He was conducted to the royal tent, surrounded by a

curious multitude exclaiming "El Moro Santo!" for the news had spread through the camp that they had taken

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The king, having dined, was taking his siesta, or afternoon's sleep, in his tent, and the queen, though curious

to see this singular man, yet from a natural delicacy and reserve delayed until the king should be present. He

was taken, therefore, to an adjoining tent, in which were Dona Beatrix de Bovadilla, marchioness of Moya,

and Don Alvaro of Portugal, son of the duke of Braganza, with two or three attendants. The Moor, ignorant of

the Spanish tongue, had not understood the conversation of the guards, and supposed, from the magnificence

of the furniture and the silken hangings, that this was the royal tent. From the respect paid by the attendants to

He now asked for a draught of water: a jar was brought to him, and the guard released his arm to enable him

to drink. The marchioness perceived a sudden change in his countenance and something sinister in the

expression of his eye, and shifted her position to a more remote part of the tent. Pretending to raise the water

to his lips, the Moor unfolded his albornoz, so as to grasp a scimetar which he wore concealed beneath; then,

dashing down the jar, he drew his weapon and gave Don Alvaro a blow on the head that struck him to the

earth and nearly deprived him of life. Turning then upon the marchioness, he made a violent blow at her; but

in his eagerness and agitation his scimetar caught in the drapery of the tent; the force of the blow was broken,

Ruy Lopez de Toledo, treasurer to the queen, and Juan de Belalcazar, a sturdy friar, who were present,

grappled and struggled with the desperado, and immediately the guards who had conducted him from the

The king and queen, brought out of their tents by the noise, were filled with horror when they learned the

imminent peril from which they had escaped. The mangled body of the Moor was taken by the people to the

camp and thrown into the city from a catapult. The Gomeres gathered up the body with deep reverence as the

remains of a saint; they washed and perfumed it and buried it with great honor and loud lamentations. In

revenge of his death they slew one of their principal Christian captives, and, having tied his body upon an ass,

From this time there was appointed an additional guard around the tents of the king and queen, composed of

four hundred cavaliers of rank of the kingdoms of Castile and Aragon. No person was admitted to the royal

presence armed; no Moor was allowed to enter the camp without a previous knowledge of his character and

business; and on no account was any Moor to be introduced into the presence of the sovereigns.

An act of treachery of such ferocious nature gave rise to a train of gloomy apprehensions. There were many

cabins and sheds about the camp constructed of branches of trees which had become dry and combustible,

and fears were entertained that they might be set on fire by the mudexares, or Moorish vassals, who visited

the army. Some even dreaded that attempts might be made to poison the wells and fountains. To quiet these

dismal alarms all mudexares were ordered to leave the camp, and all loose, idle loiterers who could not give a

Among those followers of the santon that had effected their entrance into the city was a dark African of the

tribe of the Gomeres, who was likewise a hermit or dervise and passed among the Moors for a holy and

inspired man. No sooner were the mangled remains of his predecessor buried with the honors of martyrdom

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than this dervise elevated himself in his place and professed to be gifted with the spirit of prophecy. He

displayed a white banner, which he assured the Moors was sacred, that he had retained it for twenty years for

some signal purpose, and that Allah had revealed to him that under that banner the inhabitants of Malaga

should sally forth upon the camp of the unbelievers, put it to utter rout, and banquet upon the provisions in

which it abounded.* The hungry and credulous Moors were elated at this prediction, and cried out to be led

forth at once to the attack; but the dervise told them the time was not yet arrived, for every event had its

allotted day in the decrees of fate: they must wait patiently, therefore, until the appointed time should be

revealed to him by Heaven. Hamet el Zegri listened to the dervise with profound reverence, and his example

had great effect in increasing the awe and deference of his followers. He took the holy man up into his

stronghold of Gibralfaro, consulted him on all occasions, and hung out his white banner on the loftiest tower

In the mean time, the prime chivalry of Spain was gradually assembling before the walls of Malaga. The

army which had commenced the siege had been worn out by extreme hardships, having had to construct

immense works, to dig trenches and mines, to mount guard by sea and land, to patrol the mountains, and to

sustain incessant conflicts. The sovereigns were obliged, therefore, to call upon various distant cities for

reinforcements of horse and foot. Many nobles also assembled their vassals and repaired of their own accord

Every little while some stately galley or gallant caravel would stand into the harbor, displaying the

wellknown banner of some Spanish cavalier and thundering from its artillery a salutation to the sovereigns

and a defiance to the Moors. On the land side also reinforcements would be seen winding down from the

mountains to the sound of drum and trumpet, and marching into the camp with glistening arms as yet

One morning the whole sea was whitened by the sails and vexed by the oars of ships and galleys bearing

toward the port. One hundred vessels of various kinds and sizes arrived, some armed for warlike service,

others deep freighted with provisions. At the same time the clangor of drum and trumpet bespoke the arrival

of a powerful force by land, which came pouring in lengthening columns into the camp. This mighty

reinforcement was furnished by the duke of Medina Sidonia, who reigned like a petty monarch over his vast

possessions. He came with this princely force a volunteer to the royal standard, not having been summoned

by the sovereigns, and he brought, moreover, a loan of twenty thousand doblas of gold.

When the camp was thus powerfully reinforced Isabella advised that new offers of an indulgent kind should

be made to the inhabitants, for she was anxious to prevent the miseries of a protracted siege or the effusion of

blood that must attend a general attack. A fresh summons was therefore sent for the city to surrender, with a

promise of life, liberty, and property in case of immediate compliance, but denouncing all the horrors of war

Hamet again rejected the offer with scorn. His main fortifications as yet were but little impaired, and were

capable of holding out much longer; he trusted to the thousand evils and accidents that beset a besieging army

and to the inclemencies of the approaching season; and it is said that he, as well as his followers, had an

The worthy Fray Antonio Agapida does not scruple to affirm that the pretended prophet of the city was an

arch nigromancer, or Moorish magician, "of which there be countless many," says he, "in the filthy sect of

Mahomet," and that he was leagued with the prince of the powers of the air to endeavor to work the

confusion and defeat of the Christian army. The worthy father asserts also that Hamet employed him in a high

tower of the Gibralfaro, which commanded a wide view over sea and land, where he wrought spells and

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incantations with astrolabes and other diabolical instruments to defeat the Christian ships and forces

To the potent spells of this sorcerer he ascribes the perils and losses sustained by a party of cavaliers of the

royal household in a desperate combat to gain two towers of the suburb near the gate of the city called la

Puerto de Granada. The Christians, led on by Ruy Lopez de Toledo, the valiant treasurer of the queen, took

and lost and retook the towers, which were finally set on fire by the Moors and abandoned to the flames by

both parties. To the same malignant influence he attributes the damage done to the Christian fleet, which was

so vigorously assailed by the albatozas, or floating batteries, of the Moors that one ship, belonging to the

"Hamet el Zegri," says Fray Antonio Agapida, "stood on the top of the high tower of Gibralfaro and beheld

this injury wrought upon the Christian force, and his proud heart was puffed up. And the Moorish

nigromancer stood beside him. And he pointed out to him the Christian host below, encamped on every

eminence around the city and covering its fertile valley, and the many ships floating upon the tranquil sea,

and he bade him be strong of heart, for that in a few days all this mighty fleet would be scattered by the winds

of heaven, and that he should sally forth under the guidance of the sacred banner and attack this host, and

utterly defeat it, and make spoil of those sumptuous tents; and Malaga should be triumphantly revenged upon

her assailants. So the heart of Hamet was hardened like that of Pharaoh, and he persisted in setting at defiance

Seeing the infatuated obstinacy of the besieged, the Christians now approached their works to the walls,

gaining one position after another preparatory to a general assault. Near the barrier of the city was a bridge

with four arches, defended at each end by a strong and lofty tower, by which a part of the army would have to

pass in making an attack. The commanderinchief of the artillery, Francisco Ramirez de Madrid, was

ordered to take possession of this bridge. The approach to it was perilous in the extreme, from the exposed

situation of the assailants and the number of Moors that garrisoned the towers. Francisco Ramirez therefore

secretly excavated a mine leading beneath the first tower, and placed a piece of ordnance with its mouth

upward immediately under the foundation, with a train of powder to produce an explosion at the necessary

When this was arranged he advanced slowly with his forces in face of the towers, erecting bulwarks at every

step, and gradually gaining ground until he arrived near to the bridge. He then planted several pieces of

artillery in his works and began to batter the tower. The Moors replied bravely from their battlements, but in

the heat of the combat the piece of ordnance under the foundation was discharged. The earth was rent open, a

part of the tower overthrown, and several of the Moors were torn to pieces; the rest took to flight,

overwhelmed with terror at this thundering explosion bursting beneath their feet and at beholding the earth

vomiting flames and smoke, for never before had they witnessed such a stratagem in warfare. The Christians

rushed forward and took possession of the abandoned post, and immediately commenced an attack upon the

other tower at the opposite end of the bridge, to which the Moors had retired. An incessant fire of crossbows

and arquebuses was kept up between the rival towers, volleys of stones were discharged, and no one dared to

Francisco de Ramirez at length renewed his former mode of approach, making bulwarks step by step, while

the Moors, stationed at the other end, swept the bridge with their artillery. The combat was long and

bloodyfurious on the part of the Moors, patient and persevering on the part of the Christians. By slow

degrees they accomplished their advance across the bridge, drove the enemy before them, and remained

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For this valiant and skilful achievement King Ferdinand after the surrender of the city conferred the dignity of

knighthood upon Francisco Ramirez in the tower which he had so gloriously gained.* The worthy padre Fray

Antonio Agapida indulges in more than a page of extravagant eulogy upon this invention of blowing up the

foundation of the tower by a piece of ordnance; which, in fact, is said to be the first instance on record of

While the dervise was deluding the garrison of Malaga with vain hopes the famine increased to a terrible

degree. The Gomeres ranged about the city as though it had been a conquered place, taking by force whatever

they found eatable in the houses of the peaceful citizens, and breaking open vaults and cellars and

The wretched inhabitants had no longer bread to eat; the horse flesh also now failed them, and they were

fain to devour skins and hides toasted at the fire, and to assuage the hunger of their children with vineleaves

cut up and fried in oil. Many perished of famine or of the unwholesome food with which they endeavored to

relieve it, and many took refuge in the Christian camp, preferring captivity to the horrors which surrounded

At length the sufferings of the inhabitants became so great as to conquer even their fears of Hamet and his

Gomeres. They assembled before the house of Ali Dordux, the wealthy merchant, whose stately mansion was

at the foot of the hill of the Alcazaba, and they urged him to stand forth as their leader and to intercede with

Hamet for a surrender. Ali Dordux was a man of courage as well as policy; he perceived also that hunger was

giving boldness to the citizens, while he trusted it was subduing the fierceness of the soldiery. He armed

himself, therefore, capapie, and undertook this dangerous parley with the alcayde. He associated with him

an alfaqui named Abraham Alhariz and an important inhabitant named Amar ben Amar, and they ascended to

They found Hamet el Zegri, not, as before, surrounded by ferocious guards and all the implements of war, but

in a chamber of one of the lofty towers, at a table of stone covered with scrolls traced with strange characters

and mystic diagrams, while instruments of singular and unknown form lay about the room. Beside Hamet

stood the prophetic dervise, who appeared to have been explaining to him the mysterious inscriptions of the

scrolls. His presence filled the citizens with awe, for even Ali Dordux considered him a man inspired.

The alfaqui, Abraham Alhariz, whose sacred character gave him boldness to speak, now lifted up his voice

and addressed Hamet el Zegri. "We implore thee," said he, solemnly, "in the name of the most powerful God,

no longer to persist in a vain resistance which must end in our destruction, but deliver up the city while

the sword; do not suffer those who survive to perish by famine. Our wives and children cry to us for bread,

and we have none to give them. We see them expire in lingering agony before our eyes, while the enemy

mocks our misery by displaying the abundance of his camp. Of what avail is our defence? Are our walls,

peradventure, more strong than the walls of Ronda? Are our warriors more brave than the defenders of Loxa?

The walls of Ronda were thrown down and the warriors of Loxa had to surrender. Do we hope for

succor?whence are we to receive it? The time for hope is gone by. Granada has lost its power; it no longer

possesses chivalry, commanders, nor a king. Boabdil sits a vassal in the degraded halls of the Alhambra; El

Zagal is a fugitive, shut up within the walls of Guadix. The kingdom is divided against itselfits strength is

gone, its pride fallen, its very existence at an end. In the name of Allah we conjure thee, who art our captain,

be not our direst enemy, but surrender these ruins of our oncehappy Malaga and deliver us from these

Such was the supplication forced from the inhabitants by the extremity of their sufferings. Hamet listened to

the alfaqui without anger, for he respected the sanctity of his office. His heart too was at that moment lifted

up with a vain confidence. "Yet a few days of patience," said he, "and all these evils will suddenly have an

end. I have been conferring with this holy man, and find that the time of our deliverance is at hand. The

decrees of fate are inevitable; it is written in the book of destiny that we shall sally forth and destroy the camp

of the unbelievers, and banquet upon those mountains of grain which are piled up in the midst of it. So Allah

hath promised by the mouth of this his prophet. Allah Akbar! God is great! Let no man oppose the decrees of

The citizens bowed with profound reverence, for no true Moslem pretends to struggle against whatever is

written in the book of fate. Ali Dordux, who had come prepared to champion the city and to brave the ire of

Hamet, humbled himself before this holy man and gave faith to his prophecies as the revelations of Allah. So

the deputies returned to the citizens, and exhorted them to be of good cheer. "A few days longer," said they,

"and our sufferings are to terminate. When the white banner is removed from the tower, then look out for

deliverance, for the hour of sallying forth will have arrived." The people retired to their homes with sorrowful

hearts; they tried in vain to quiet the cries of their famishing children, and day by day and hour by hour their

anxious eyes were turned to the sacred banner, which still continued to wave on the tower of Gibralfaro.

"The Moorish nigromancer," observes the worthy Fray Antonio Agapida, "remained shut up in a tower of the

Gibralfaro devising devilish means to work mischief and discomfiture upon the Christians. He was daily

consulted by Hamet, who had great faith in those black and magic arts which he had brought with him from

From the account given of this dervise and his incantations by the worthy father it would appear that he was

an astrologer, and was studying the stars and endeavoring to calculate the day and hour when a successful

Famine had now increased to such a degree as to distress even the garrison of Gibralfaro, although the

Gomeres had seized upon all the provisions they could find in the city. Their passions were sharpened by

Hamet was one day in council with his captains, perplexed by the pressure of events, when the dervise

entered among them. "The hour of victory," exclaimed he, "is at hand. Allah has commanded that tomorrow

morning ye shall sally forth to the fight. I will bear before you the sacred banner and deliver your enemies

into your hands. Remember, however, that ye are but instruments in the hands of Allah to take vengeance on

the enemies of the faith. Go into battle, therefore, with pure hearts, forgiving each other all past offences, for

those who are charitable toward each other will be victorious over the foe." The words of the dervise were

received with rapture; all Gibralfaro and the Alcazaba resounded immediately with the din of arms, and

Hamet sent throughout the towers and fortifications of the city and selected the choicest troops and most

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In the morning early the rumor went throughout the city that the sacred banner had disappeared from the

tower of Gibralfaro, and all Malaga was roused to witness the sally that was to destroy the unbelievers.

Hamet descended from his stronghold, accompanied by his principal captain, Ibrahim Zenete, and followed

by his Gomeres. The dervise led the way, displaying the white banner, the sacred pledge of victory. The

multitude shouted "Allah Akbar!" and prostrated themselves before the banner as it passed. Even the dreaded

Hamet was hailed with praises, for in their hopes of speedy relief through the prowess of his arm the

populace forgot everything but his bravery. Every bosom in Malaga was agitated by hope and fear: the old

men, the women, and children, and all who went not forth to battle mounted on tower and battlement and roof

Before sallying forth from the city the dervise addressed the troops, reminding them of the holy nature of this

enterprise, and warning them not to forfeit the protection of the sacred banner by any unworthy act. They

were not to pause to make spoil nor to take prisoners: they were to press forward, fighting valiantly, and

granting no quarter. The gate was then thrown open, and the dervise issued forth, followed by the army. They

directed their assaults upon the encampments of the master of Santiago and the master of Alcantara, and

came upon them so suddenly that they killed and wounded several of the guards. Ibrahim Zenete made his

way into one of the tents, where he beheld several Christian striplings just starting from their slumber. The

heart of the Moor was suddenly touched with pity for their youth, or perhaps he scorned the weakness of the

He smote them with the flat instead of the edge of the sword. "Away, imps!" cried he, "away to your

mothers!" The fanatic dervise reproached him with his clemency. "I did not kill them," replied Zenete,

The alarm was given in the camp, and the Christians rushed from all quarters to defend the gates of the

bulwarks. Don Pedro Puerto Carrero, senior of Moguer, and his brother, Don Alonzo Pacheco, planted

themselves with their followers in the gateway of the encampment of the master of Santiago, and bore the

whole brunt of battle until they were reinforced. The gate of the encampment of the master of Calatrava was

in like manner defended by Lorenzo Saurez de Mendoza. Hamet was furious at being thus checked where he

had expected a miraculous victory. He led his troops repeatedly to the attack, hoping to force the gates before

succor should arrive: they fought with vehement ardor, but were as often repulsed, and every time they

returned to the assault they found their enemies doubled in number. The Christians opened a crossfire of all

kinds of missiles from their bulwarks; the Moors could effect but little damage upon a foe thus protected

behind their works, while they themselves were exposed from head to foot. The Christians singled out the

most conspicuous cavaliers, the greater part of whom were either slain or wounded. Still, the Moors,

infatuated by the predictions of the prophet, fought desperately and devotedly, and they were furious to

revenge the slaughter of their leaders. They rushed upon certain death, endeavoring madly to scale the

bulwarks or force the gates, and fell amidst showers of darts and lances, filling the ditches with their mangled

Hamet el Zegri raged along the front of the bulwarks seeking an opening for attack. He gnashed his teeth with

fury as he saw so many of his chosen warriors slain around him. He seemed to have a charmed life, for,

though constantly in the hottest of the fight amidst showers of missiles, he still escaped uninjured. Blindly

confiding in the prophecy of victory, he continued to urge on his devoted troops. The dervise too ran like a

maniac through the ranks, waving his white banner and inciting the Moors by howlings rather than by shouts.

"Fear not! the victory is ours, for so it is written!" cried he. In the midst of his frenzy a stone from a catapult

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When the Moors beheld their prophet slain and his banner in the dust, they were seized with despair and fled

in confusion to the city. Hamet el Zegri made some effort to rally them, but was himself confounded by the

fall of the dervise. He covered the flight of his broken forces, turning repeatedly upon their pursuers and

The inhabitants of Malaga witnessed from their walls with trembling anxiety the whole of this disastrous

conflict. At the first onset, when they beheld the guards of the camp put to flight, they exclaimed, "Allah has

given us the victory!" and they sent up shouts of triumph. Their exultation, however, was soon turned into

doubt when they beheld their troops repulsed in repeated attacks. They could see from time to time some

distinguished warrior laid low and others brought back bleeding to the city. When at length the sacred banner

fell and the routed troops came flying to the gates, pursued and cut down by the foe, horror and despair seized

As Hamet entered the gates he heard nothing but loud lamentations: mothers whose sons had been slain

shrieked curses after him as he passed; some in the anguish of their hearts threw down their famishing babes

before him, exclaiming, "Trample on them with thy horse's feet, for we have no food to give them, and we

cannot endure their cries." All heaped execrations on his head as the cause of the woes of Malaga.

The warlike part of the citizens also, and many warriors who with their wives and children had taken refuge

in Malaga from the mountainfortresses, now joined in the popular clamor, for their hearts were overcome by

Hamet el Zegri found it impossible to withstand this torrent of lamentations, curses, and reproaches. His

military ascendancy was at an end, for most of his officers and the prime warriors of his African band had

fallen in this disastrous sally. Turning his back, therefore, upon the city and abandoning it to its own

counsels, he retired with the remnant of his Gomeres to his stronghold in the Gibralfaro.

The people of Malaga, being no longer overawed by Hamet el Zegri and his Gomeres, turned to Ali Dordux,

the magnanimous merchant, and put the fate of the city into his hands. He had already gained the alcaydes of

the castle of the Genoese and of the citadel into his party, and in the late confusion had gained the sway over

those important fortresses. He now associated himself with the alfaqui Abraham Alhariz and four of the

principal inhabitants, and, forming a provisional junta, they sent heralds to the Christian sovereigns offering

to surrender the city on certain terms protecting the persons and property of the inhabitants, permitting them

When the herald arrived at the camp and made known their mission to King Ferdinand, his anger was

kindled. "Return to your fellow citizens," said he, "and tell them that the day of grace is gone by. They have

persisted in a fruitless defence until they are driven by necessity to capitulate; they must surrender

unconditionally and abide the fate of the vanquished. Those who merit death shall suffer death; those who

This stern reply spread consternation among the people of Malaga, but Ali Dordux comforted them, and

undertook to go in person and pray for favorable terms. When the people beheld this great and wealthy

merchant, who was so eminent in their city, departing with his associates on this mission, they plucked up

heart, for they said, "Surely the Christian king will not turn a deaf ear to such a man as Ali Dordux."

Ferdinand, however, would not even admit the ambassadors to his presence. "Send them to the devil!" said he

in a great passion to the commander of Leon; "I'll not see them. Let them get back to their city. They shall all

To give emphasis to this reply he ordered a general discharge from all the artillery and batteries, and there

was a great shout throughout the camp, and all the lombards and catapults and other engines of war thundered

Ali Dordux and his companions returned to the city with downcast countenances, and could scarce make the

reply of the Christian sovereign be heard for the roaring of the artillery, the tumbling of the walls, and the

cries of women and children. The citizens were greatly astonished and dismayed when they found the little

respect paid to their most eminent man; but the warriors who were in the city exclaimed, "What has this

merchant to do with questions between men of battle? Let us not address the enemy as abject suppliants who

So they despatched another message to the Christian sovereigns, offering to yield up the city and all their

effects on condition of being secured in their personal liberty. Should this be denied, they declared they

would hang from the battlements fifteen hundred Christian captives, male and femalethat they would put

all their old men, their women, and children into the citadel, set fire to the city, and sally forth, sword in hand,

to fight until the last gasp. "In this way," said they, "the Spanish sovereigns shall gain a bloody victory, and

To this fierce and swelling message Ferdinand replied that if a single Christian captive were injured, not a

A great conflict of counsels now arose in Malaga. The warriors were for following up their menace by some

desperate act of vengeance or of selfdevotion. Those who had families looked with anguish upon their

wives and daughters, and thought it better to die than live to see them captives. By degrees, however, the

transports of passion and despair subsided, the love of life resumed its sway, and they turned once more to

Ali Dordux as the man most prudent in council and able in negotiation. By his advice fourteen of the

principal inhabitants were chosen from the fourteen districts of the city, and sent to the camp bearing a long

Various debates now took place in the Christian camp. Many of the cavaliers were exasperated against

Malaga for its long resistance, which had caused the death of many of their relatives and favorite

companions. It had long been a stronghold also for Moorish depredators and the mart where most of the

warriors captured in the Axarquia had been exposed in triumph and sold to slavery. They represented,

moreover, that there were many Moorish cities yet to be besieged, and that an example ought to be made of

Malaga to prevent all obstinate resistance thereafter. They advised, therefore, that all the inhabitants should

The humane heart of Isabella revolted at such sanguinary counsels: she insisted that their triumph should not

be disgraced by cruelty. Ferdinand, however, was inflexible in refusing to grant any preliminary terms,

The people of Malaga now abandoned themselves to paroxysms of despair; on one side they saw famine and

death, on the other slavery and chains. The mere men of the sword, who had no families to protect, were loud

for signalizing their fall by some illustrious action. "Let us sacrifice our Christian captives, and then destroy

ourselves," cried some. "Let us put all the women and children to death, set fire to the city, fall on the

Ali Dordux gradually made his voice be heard amidst the general clamor. He addressed himself to the

principal inhabitants and to those who had children. "Let those who live by the sword die by the sword," cried

he, "but let us not follow their desperate counsels. Who knows what sparks of pity may be awakened in the

bosoms of the Christian sovereigns when they behold our unoffending wives and daughters and our helpless

At these words the hearts of the unhappy people of Malaga yearned over their families, and they empowered

The merchant now went to and fro, and had several communications with Ferdinand and Isabella, and

interested several principal cavaliers in his cause; and he sent rich presents to the king and queen of Oriental

merchandise and silks and stuffs of gold and jewels and precious stones and spices and perfumes, and many

other sumptuous things, which he had accumulated in his great tradings with the East; and he gradually found

favor in the eyes of the sovereigns.* Finding that there was nothing to be obtained for the city, he now, like a

prudent man and able merchant, began to negotiate for himself and his immediate friends. He represented that

from the first they had been desirous of yielding up the city, but had been prevented by warlike and

highhanded men, who had threatened their lives; he entreated, therefore, that mercy might be extended to

The sovereigns had accepted the presents of Ali Dorduxhow could they then turn a deaf ear to his petition?

So they granted a pardon to him and to forty families which he named, and it was agreed that they should be

protected in their liberties and property, and permitted to reside in Malaga as mudexares or Moslem vassals,

and to follow their customary pursuits.* All this being arranged, Ali Dordux delivered up twenty of the

principal inhabitants to remain as hostages until the whole city should be placed in the possession of the

Don Gutierrez de Cardenas, senior commander of Leon, now entered the city armed capapie, on

horseback, and took possession in the name of the Castilian sovereigns. He was followed by his retainers and

by the captains and cavaliers of the army, and in a little while the standards of the cross and of the blessed

Santiago and of the Catholic sovereigns were elevated on the principal tower of the Alcazaba. When these

standards were beheld from the camp, the queen and the princess and the ladies of the court and all the royal

retinue knelt down and gave thanks and praises to the Holy Virgin and to Santiago for this great triumph of

the faith; and the bishops and other clergy who were present and the choristers of the royal chapel chanted

No sooner was the city delivered up than the wretched inhabitants implored permission to purchase bread for

themselves and their children from the heaps of grain which they had so often gazed at wistfully from their

walls. Their prayer was granted, and they issued forth with the famished eagerness of starving men. It was

piteous to behold the struggles of those unhappy people as they contended who first should have their

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"Thus," says the pious Fray Antonio Agapida,"thus are the predictions of false prophets sometimes

permitted to be verified, but always to the confusion of those who trust in them; for the words of the Moorish

nigromancer came to pass that the people of Malaga should eat of those heaps of bread, but they ate in

Dark and fierce were the feelings of Hamet el Zegri as he looked down from the castle of Gibralfaro and

beheld the Christian legions pouring into the city and the standard of the cross supplanting the crescent on the

citadel. "The people of Malaga," said he, "have trusted to a man of trade, and he has trafficked them away;

but let us not suffer ourselves to be bound hand and foot and delivered up as part of his bargain. We have yet

strong walls around us and trusty weapons in our hands. Let us fight until buried beneath the last tumbling

tower of Gibralfaro, or, rushing down from among its ruins, carry havoc among the unbelievers as they

The fierceness of the Gomeres, however, was broken. They could have died in the breach had their castle

been assailed, but the slow advances of famine subdued their strength without rousing their passions, and

sapped the force of both soul and body. They were almost unanimous for a surrender.

It was a hard struggle for the proud spirit of Hamet to bow itself to ask for terms. Still, he trusted that the

valor of his defence would gain him respect in the eyes of a chivalrous foe. "Ali," said he, "has negotiated

like a merchant; I will capitulate as a soldier." He sent a herald, therefore, to Ferdinand, offering to yield up

his castle, but demanding a separate treaty.[15] The Castilian sovereign made a laconic and stern reply: "He

shall receive no terms but such as have been granted to the community of Malaga."

For two days Hamet el Zegri remained brooding in his castle after the city was in possession of the

Christians; at length the clamors of his followers compelled him to surrender. When the remnant of this fierce

African garrison descended from their cragged fortress, they were so worn by watchfulness, famine, and

battle, yet carried such a lurking fury in their eyes, that they looked more like fiends than men. They were all

condemned to slavery, excepting Ibrahim Zenete. The instance of clemency which he had shown in refraining

to harm the Spanish striplings on the last sally from Malaga won him favorable terms. It was cited as a

magnanimous act by the Spanish cavaliers, and all admitted that, though a Moor in blood, he possessed the

As to Hamet el Zegri, on being asked what moved him to such hardened obstinacy, he replied, "When I

undertook my command, I pledged myself to fight in defence of my faith, my city, and my sovereign until

slain or made prisoner; and, depend upon it, had I had men to stand by me, I should have died fighting,

"Such," says the pious Fray Antonio Agapida, "was the diabolical hatred and stiffnecked opposition of this

infidel to our holy cause. But he was justly served by our most Catholic and highminded sovereign for his

pertinacious defence of the city, for Ferdinand ordered that he should be loaded with chains and thrown into a

*Pulgar, part 3, cap. 93; Pietro Martyr, lib. 1, cap. 69; Alcantara, Hist. Granada, vol. 4, c. 18.

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One of the first cares of the conquerors on entering Malaga was to search for Christian captives. Nearly

sixteen hundred men and women were found, and among them were persons of distinction. Some of them had

been ten, fifteen, and twenty years in captivity. Many had been servants to the Moors or laborers on public

works, and some had passed their time in chains and dungeons. Preparations were made to celebrate their

deliverance as a Christian triumph. A tent was erected not far from the city, and furnished with an altar and

all the solemn decorations of a chapel. Here the king and queen waited to receive the Christian captives. They

were assembled in the city and marshalled forth in piteous procession. Many of them had still the chains and

shackles on their legs; they were wasted with famine, their hair and beards overgrown and matted, and their

faces pale and haggard from long confinement. When they found themselves restored to liberty and

surrounded by their countrymen, some stared wildly about as if in a dream, others gave way to frantic

transports, but most of them wept for joy. All present were moved to tears by so touching a spectacle. When

the procession arrived at what is called the Gate of Granada, it was met by a great concourse from the camp

with crosses and pennons, who turned and followed the captives, singing hymns of praise and thanksgiving.

When they came in presence of the king and queen, they threw themselves on their knees, and would have

kissed their feet as their saviors and deliverers, but the sovereigns prevented such humiliation and graciously

extended to them their hands. They then prostrated themselves before the altar, and all present joined them in

giving thanks to God for their liberation from this cruel bondage. By orders of the king and queen their chains

were then taken off, and they were clad in decent raiment and food was set before them. After they had ate

and drunk, and were refreshed and invigorated, they were provided with money and all things necessary for

While the old chroniclers dwell with becoming enthusiasm on this pure and affecting triumph of humanity,

they go on in a strain of equal eulogy to describe a spectacle of a far different nature. It so happened that there

were found in the city twelve of those renegado Christians who had deserted to the Moors and conveyed false

intelligence during the siege: a barbarous species of punishment was inflicted upon them, borrowed, it is said,

from the Moors and peculiar to these wars. They were tied to stakes in a public place, and horsemen

exercised their skill in transpiercing them with pointed reeds, hurled at them while careering at full speed,

until the miserable victims expired beneath their wounds. Several apostate Moors also, who, having embraced

Christianity, had afterward relapsed into their early faith, and had taken refuge in Malaga from the vengeance

of the Inquisition, were publicly burnt. "These," says an old Jesuit historian exultingly,"these were the tilts

of reeds and the illuminations most pleasing for this victorious festival and for the Catholic piety of our

*"Los renegados fuernon acanavareados: y los conversos quemados; y estos fueron las canas, y luminarias

mas alegres, por la fiesta de la vitoria, para la piedad Catholica de nuestros Reyes."Abarca, "Anales de

When the city was cleansed from the impurities and offensive odors which had collected during the siege, the

bishops and other clergy who accompanied the court, and the choir of the royal chapel, walked in procession

to the principal mosque, which was consecrated and entitled Santa Maria de la Incarnacion. This done, the

king and queen entered the city, accompanied by the grand cardinal of Spain and the principal nobles and

cavaliers of the army, and heard a solemn mass. The church was then elevated into a cathedral, and Malaga

was made a bishopric, and many of the neighboring towns were comprehended in its diocese. The queen took

up her residence in the Alcazaba, in the apartments of her valiant treasurer, Ruy Lopez, whence she had a

view of the whole city, but the king established his quarters in the warrior castle of Gibralfaro.

And now came to be considered the disposition of the Moorish prisoners. All those who were strangers in the

city, and had either taken refuge there or had entered to defend it, were at once considered slaves. They were

divided into three lots: one was set apart for the service of God in redeeming Christian captives from

bondage, either in the kingdom of Granada or in Africa; the second lot was divided among those who had

aided either in field or cabinet in the present siege, according to their rank; the third was appropriated to

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defray by their sale the great expenses incurred in the reduction of the place. A hundred of the Gomeres were

sent as presents to Pope Innocent VIII., and were led in triumph through the streets of Rome, and afterward

converted to Christianity. Fifty Moorish maidens were sent to the queen Joanna of Naples, sister to King

Ferdinand, and thirty to the queen of Portugal. Isabella made presents of others to the ladies of her household

Among the inhabitants of Malaga were four hundred and fifty Moorish Jews, for the most part women,

speaking the Arabic language and dressed in the Moresco fashion. These were ransomed by a wealthy Jew of

Castile, farmergeneral of the royal revenues derived from the Jews of Spain. He agreed to make up within a

certain time the sum of twenty thousand doblas, or pistoles of gold, all the money and jewels of the captives

being taken in part payment. They were sent to Castile in two armed galleys. As to Ali Dordux, such favors

and honors were heaped upon him by the Spanish sovereigns for his considerate mediation in the surrender

that the disinterestedness of his conduct has often been called in question. He was appointed chief justice and

alcayde of the[10]mudexares or Moorish subjects, and was presented with twenty houses, one public bakery,

and several orchards, vineyards, and tracts of open country. He retired to Antiquera, where he died several

years afterward, leaving his estate and name to his son, Mohamed Dordux. The latter embraced the Christian

faith, as did his wife, the daughter of a Moorish noble. On being baptized he received the name of Don

Fernando de Malaga, his wife that of Isabella, after the queen. They were incorporated with the nobility of

*Conversaciones Malaguenas, 26, as cited by Alcantara in his History of Granada, vol. 4, c. 18.

As to the great mass of Moorish inhabitants, they implored that they might not be scattered and sold into

captivity, but might be permitted to ransom themselves by an amount paid within a certain time. Upon this

King Ferdinand took the advice of certain of his ablest counsellors. They said to him: "If you hold out a

prospect of hopeless captivity, the infidels will throw all their gold and jewels into wells and pits, and you

will lose the greater part of the spoil; but if you fix a general rate of ransom, and receive their money and

jewels in part payment, nothing will be destroyed." The king relished greatly this advice, and it was arranged

that all the inhabitants should be ransomed at the general rate of thirty doblas or pistoles in gold for each

individual, male or female, large or small; that all their gold, jewels, and other valuables should be received

immediately in part payment of the general amount, and that the residue should be paid within eight

months that if any of the number, actually living, should die in the interim, their ransom should

nevertheless be paid. If, however, the whole of the amount were not paid at the expiration of the eight

The unfortunate Moors were eager to catch at the least hope of future liberty, and consented to these hard

conditions. The most rigorous precautions were taken to exact them to the uttermost. The inhabitants were

numbered by houses and families, and their names taken down; their most precious effects were made up into

parcels, and sealed and inscribed with their names, and they were ordered to repair with them to certain large

corrales or enclosures adjoining the Alcazaba, which were surrounded by high walls and overlooked by

watchtowers, to which places the cavalgadas of Christian captives had usually been driven to be confined

until the time of sale like cattle in a market. The Moors were obliged to leave their houses one by one: all

their money, necklaces, bracelets, and anklets of gold, pearl, coral, and precious stones were taken from them

at the threshold, and their persons so rigorously searched that they carried off nothing concealed.

Then might be seen old men and helpless women and tender maidens, some of high birth and gentle

condition, passing through the streets, heavily burdened, toward the Alcazaba. As they left their homes they

smote their breasts and wrung their hands, and raised their weeping eyes to heaven in anguish; and this is

recorded as their plaint: "O Malaga! city so renowned and beautiful! where now is the strength of thy castle,

where the grandeur of thy towers? Of what avail have been thy mighty walls for the protection of thy

children? Behold them driven from thy pleasant abodes, doomed to drag out a life of bondage in a foreign

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land, and to die far from the home of their infancy! What will become of thy old men and matrons when their

gray hairs shall be no longer reverenced? What will become of thy maidens, so delicately reared and tenderly

cherished, when reduced to hard and menial servitude? Behold thy once happy families scattered asunder,

never again to be unitedsons separated from their fathers, husbands from their wives, and tender children

from their mothers: they will bewail each other in foreign lands, but their lamentations will be the scoff of the

stranger. O Malaga! city of our birth! who can behold thy desolation and not shed tears of bitterness?"*

When Malaga was completely secured a detachment was sent against two fortresses near the sea, called

Mixas and Osuna, which had frequently harassed the Christian camp. The inhabitants were threatened with

the sword unless they instantly surrendered. They claimed the same terms that had been granted to Malaga,

imagining them to be freedom of person and security of property. Their claim was granted: they were

transported to Malaga with all their riches, and on arriving there were overwhelmed with consternation at

finding themselves captives. "Ferdinand," observes Fray Antonio Agapida, "was a man of his word; they

were shut up in the enclosure at the Alcazaba with the people of Malaga and shared their fate."

The unhappy captives remained thus crowded in the courtyards of the Alcazaba, like sheep in a fold, until

they could be sent by sea and land to Seville. They were then distributed about in city and country, each

Christian family having one or more to feed and maintain as servants until the term fixed for the payment of

the residue of the ransom should expire. The captives had obtained permission that several of their number

should go about among the Moorish towns of the kingdom of Granada collecting contributions to aid in the

purchase of their liberties, but these towns were too much impoverished by the war and engrossed by their

own distresses to lend a listening ear; so the time expired without the residue of the ransom being paid, and

all the captives of Malaga, to the number, as some say, of eleven, and others of fifteen, thousand, became

slaves. "Never," exclaims the worthy Fray Antonio Agapida in one of his usual bursts of zeal and

loyalty,"never has there been recorded a more adroit and sagacious arrangement than this made by the

Catholic monarch, by which he not only secured all the property and half of the ransom of these infidels, but

finally got possession of their persons into the bargain. This truly may be considered one of the greatest

triumphs of the pious and politic Ferdinand, and as raising him above the generality of conquerors, who have

merely the valor to gain victories, but lack the prudence and management necessary to turn them to

*The detestable policy of Ferdinand in regard to the Moorish captives of Malaga is recorded at length by the

curate of Los Palacios (c. 87), a contemporary, a zealous admirer of the king, and one of the most honest of

chroniclers, who really thought he was recording a notable instance of sagacious piety.

The western part of the kingdom of Granada had now been conquered by the Christian arms. The seaport of

Malaga was captured; the fierce and warlike inhabitants of Serrania de Ronda and the other mountainholds

of the frontier were all disarmed and reduced to peaceful and laborious vassalage; their haughty fortresses,

which had so long overawed the valleys of Andalusia, now displayed the standard of Castile and Aragon; the

watchtowers which crowned every height, whence the infidels had kept a vulture eye over the Christian

territories, were now either dismantled or garrisoned with Catholic troops. "What signalized and sanctified

this great triumph," adds the worthy Fray Antonio Agapida, "were the emblems of ecclesiastical domination

which everywhere appeared. In every direction rose stately convents and monasteries, those fortresses of the

faith garrisoned by its spiritual soldiery of monks and friars. The sacred melody of Christian bells was again

heard among the mountains, calling to early matins or sounding the Angelus at the solemn hour of evening."*

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*The worthy curate of Los Palacios intimates in his chronicle that this melody, so grateful to the ears of pious

While this part of the kingdom was thus reduced by the Christian sword, the central part, round the city of

Granada, forming the heart of the Moorish territory, was held in vassalage of the Castilian monarch by

Boabdil, surnamed El Chico. That unfortunate prince lost no occasion to propitiate the conquerors of his

country by acts of homage and by professions that must have been foreign to his heart. No sooner had he

heard of the capture of Malaga than he sent congratulations to the Catholic sovereigns, accompanied with

presents of horses richly caparisoned for the king, and precious cloth of gold and Oriental perfumes for the

queen. His congratulations and his presents were received with the utmost graciousness, and the

shortsighted prince, lulled by the temporary and politic forbearance of Ferdinand, flattered himself that he

The policy of Boabdil had its transient and superficial advantages. The portion of Moorish territory under his

immediate sway had a respite from the calamities of war, the husbandmen cultivated their luxuriant fields in

security, and the Vega of Granada once more blossomed like the rose. The merchants again carried on a

gainful traffic: the gates of the city were thronged with beasts of burden, bringing the rich products of every

clime. Yet, while the people of Granada rejoiced in their teeming fields and crowded marts, they secretly

despised the policy which had procured them these advantages, and held Boabdil for little better than an

apostate and an unbeliever. Muley Abdallah el Zagal was now the hope of the unconquered part of the

kingdom, and every Moor whose spirit was not quite subdued with his fortunes lauded the valor of the old

El Zagal, though he no longer sat enthroned in the Alhambra, yet reigned over more considerable domains

than his nephew. His territories extended from the frontier of Jaen along the borders of Murcia to the

Mediterranean, and reached into the centre of the kingdom. On the northeast he held the cities of Baza and

Guadix, situated in the midst of fertile regions. He had the important seaport of Almeria also, which at one

time rivalled Granada itself in wealth and population. Besides these, his territories included a great part of the

Alpuxarras mountains, which extend across the kingdom and shoot out branches toward the seacoast. This

mountainous region was a stronghold of wealth and power. Its stern and rocky heights, rising to the clouds,

seemed to set invasion at defiance, yet within their rugged embraces were sheltered delightful valleys of the

happiest temperature and richest fertility. The cool springs and limpid rills which gushed out in all parts of

the mountains, and the abundant streams which for a great part of the year were supplied by the Sierra

Nevada, spread a perpetual verdure over the skirts and slopes of the hills, and, collecting in silver rivers in the

valleys, wound along among plantations of mulberry trees and groves of oranges and citrons, of almonds,

figs, and pomegranates. Here was produced the finest silk of Spain, which gave employment to thousands of

manufacturers. The sunburnt sides of the hills also were covered with vineyards; the abundant herbage of the

mountainravines and the rich pasturage of the valleys fed vast flocks and herds; and even the arid and rocky

bosoms of the heights teemed with wealth from the mines of various metals with which they were

impregnated. In a word, the Alpuxarras mountains had ever been the great source of revenue to the monarchs

of Granada. Their inhabitants also were hardy and warlike, and a sudden summons from the Moorish king

could at any time call forth fifty thousand fighting men from their rocky fastnesses.

Such was the rich but rugged fragment of an empire which remained under the sway of the old

warriormonarch El Zagal. The mountain barriers by which it was locked up had protected it from most of

the ravages of the present war. El Zagal prepared himself by strengthening every fortress to battle fiercely for

The Catholic sovereigns saw that fresh troubles and toils awaited them. The war had to be carried into a new

quarter, demanding immense expenditure, and new ways and means must be devised to replenish their

exhausted coffers. "As this was a holy war, however," says Fray Antonio Agapida, "and peculiarly redounded

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to the prosperity of the Church, the clergy were full of zeal, and contributed vast sums of money and large

bodies of troops. A pious fund was also produced from the first fruits of that glorious institution, the

It so happened that about this time there were many families of wealth and dignity in the kingdoms of Aragon

and Valencia and the principality of Catalonia whose forefathers had been Jews, but had been converted to

Christianity. Notwithstanding the outward piety of these families, it was surmised, and soon came to be

strongly suspected, that many of then had a secret hankering after Judaism, and it was even whispered that

The Catholic monarch (continues Agapida) had a righteous abhorrence of all kinds of heresy and a fervent

zeal for the faith; he ordered, therefore, a strict investigation of the conduct of these pseudo Christians.

Inquisitors were sent into the provinces for the purpose, who proceeded with their accustomed zeal. The

consequence was, that many families were convicted of apostasy from the Christian faith and of the private

practice of Judaism. Some, who had grace and policy sufficient to reform in time, were again received into

the Christian fold after being severely mulcted and condemned to heavy penance; others were burnt at "auto

de fes" for the edification of the public, and their property was confiscated for the good of the state.

As these Hebrews were of great wealth and had an hereditary passion for jewelry, there was found abundant

store in their possession of gold and silver, of rings and necklaces, and strings of pearl and coral, and precious

stonestreasures easy of transportation and wonderfully adapted for the emergencies of war. "In this way,"

concludes the pious Agapida, "these backsliders, by the allseeing contrivances of Providence, were made to

serve the righteous cause which they had so treacherously deserted; and their apostate wealth was sanctified

by being devoted to the service of Heaven and the Crown in this holy crusade against the infidels."

It must be added, however, that these pious financial expedients received some check from the interference of

Queen Isabella. Her penetrating eyes discovered that many enormities had been committed under color of

religious zeal, and many innocent persons accused by false witnesses of apostasy, either through malice or a

hope of obtaining their wealth: she caused strict investigation, therefore, into the proceedings which had been

held, many of which were reversed, and suborners punished in proportion to their guilt.*

"Muley Abdallah el Zagal," says the venerable Jesuit father Pedro Abarca, "was the most venomous

Mahometan in all Morisma;" and the worthy Fray Antonio Agapida most devoutly echoes his opinion.

"Certainly," adds the latter, "none ever opposed a more heathenish and diabolical obstinacy to the holy

El Zagal felt that it was necessary to do something to quicken his popularity with the people, and that nothing

was more effectual than a successful inroad. The Moors loved the stirring call to arms and a wild foray

among the mountains, and delighted more in a hasty spoil, wrested with hard fighting from the Christians,

There reigned at this time a careless security along the frontier of Jaen. The alcaydes of the Christian

fortresses were confident of the friendship of Boabdil el Chico, and they fancied his uncle too distant and too

much engrossed by his own perplexities to think of molesting them. On a sudden El Zagal issued out of

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Guadix with a chosen band, passed rapidly through the mountains which extend behind Granada, and fell like

a thunderbolt upon the territories in the neighborhood of Alcala la Real. Before the alarm could be spread and

the frontier roused he had made a wide career of destruction through the country, sacking and burning

villages, sweeping off flocks and herds, and carrying away captives. The warriors of the frontier assembled,

but El Zagal was already far on his return through the mountains, and he reentered the gates of Guadix in

triumph, his army laden with Christian spoil and conducting an immense cavalgada. Such was one of El

Zagal's preparatives for the expected invasion of the Christian king, exciting the warlike spirit of his people,

King Ferdinand assembled his army at Murcia in the spring of 1488. He left that city on the fifth of June with

a flying camp of four thousand horse and fourteen thousand foot. The marques of Cadiz led the van, followed

by the adelantado of Murcia. The army entered the Moorish frontier by the seacoast, spreading terror

through the land: wherever it appeared, the towns surrendered without a blow, so great was the dread of

experiencing the woes which had desolated the opposite frontier. In this way Vera, Velez el Rubio, Velez el

Blanco, and many towns of inferior note to the number of sixty yielded at the first summons.

It was not until it approached Almeria that the army met with resistance. This important city was commanded

by the prince Zelim, a relation of El Zagal. He led forth his Moors bravely to the encounter, and skirmished

fiercely with the advance guard in the gardens near the city. King Ferdinand came up with the main body of

the army and called off his troops from the skirmish. He saw that to attack the place with his present force

was fruitless. Having reconnoitred the city and its environs, therefore, against a future campaign, he retired

The old warrior El Zagal was himself drawn up in the city of Baza with a powerful garrison. He felt

confidence in the strength of the place, and rejoiced when he heard that the Christian king was approaching.

In the valley in front of Baza there extended a great tract of gardens, like a continued grove, intersected by

canals and water courses. In this he stationed an ambuscade of arquebusiers and crossbowmen. The vanguard

of the Christian army came marching gayly up the valley with great sound of drum and trumpet, and led on

by the marques of Cadiz and the adelantado of Murcia. As they drew near El Zagal sallied forth with horse

and foot and attacked them for a time with great spirit. Gradually falling back, as if pressed by their superior

valor, he drew the exulting Christians among the gardens. Suddenly the Moors in ambuscade burst from their

concealment, and opened such a fire in flank and rear that many of the Christians were slain and the rest

thrown into confusion. King Ferdinand arrived in time to see the disastrous situation of his troops, and gave

El Zagal did not permit the foe to draw off unmolested. Ordering out fresh squadrons, he fell upon the rear of

the retreating troops with triumphant shouts, driving them before him with dreadful havoc. The old warcry

of "El Zagal! El Zagal!" was again put up by the Moors, and echoed with transport from the walls of the city.

The Christians were in imminent peril of a complete rout, when, fortunately, the adelantado of Murcia threw

himself with a large body of horse and foot between the pursuers and the pursued, covering the retreat of the

latter and giving them time to rally. The Moors were now attacked so vigorously in turn that they gave over

the contest and drew back slowly into the city. Many valiant cavaliers were slain in this skirmish; among the

number was Don Philip of Aragon, master of the chivalry of St. George of Montesor: he was illegitimate son

of the king's illegitimate brother Don Carlos, and his death was greatly bewailed by Ferdinand. He had

formerly been archbishop of Palermo, but had doffed the cassock for the cuirass, and, according to Fray

Antonio Agapida, had gained a glorious crown of martyrdom by falling in this holy war.

The warm reception of his advance guard brought King Ferdinand to a pause: he encamped on the banks of

the neighboring river Guadalquiton, and began to consider whether he had acted wisely in undertaking this

campaign with his present force. His late successes had probably rendered him overconfident: El Zagal had

again schooled him into his characteristic caution. He saw that the old warrior was too formidably ensconced

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in Baza to be dislodged by anything except a powerful army and battering artillery, and he feared that should

he persist in his invasion some disaster might befall his army, either from the enterprise of the foe or from a

pestilence which prevailed in various parts of the country. He retired, therefore, from before Baza, as he had

on a former occasion from before Loxa, all the wiser for a wholesome lesson in warfare, but by no means

grateful to those who had given it, and with a solemn determination to have his revenge upon his teachers.

He now took measures for the security of the places gained in the campaign, placing in them strong garrisons,

well armed and supplied, charging their alcaydes to be vigilant on their posts and to give no rest to the

enemy. The whole of the frontier was under the command of Luis Fernandez Puerto Carrero. As it was

evident from the warlike character of El Zagal that there would be abundance of active service and hard

fighting, many hidalgos and young cavaliers eager for distinction remained with Puerto Carrero.

All these dispositions being made, King Ferdinand closed the dubious campaign of this year, not, as usual, by

returning in triumph at the head of his army to some important city of his dominions, but by disbanding the

"While the pious king Ferdinand," observes Fray Antonio Agapida, "was humbling himself before the cross

and devoutly praying for the destruction of his enemies, that fierce pagan, El Zagal, depending merely on arm

of flesh and sword of steel, pursued his diabolical outrages upon the Christians." No sooner was the invading

army disbanded than he sallied forth from his stronghold, and carried fire and sword into all those parts which

had submitted to the Spanish yoke. The castle of Nixar, being carelessly guarded, was taken by surprise and

its garrison put to the sword. The old warrior raged with sanguinary fury about the whole frontier, attacking

convoys, slaying, wounding, and making prisoners, and coming by surprise upon the Christians wherever

Carlos de Biedma, alcayde of the fortress of Culla, confiding in the strength of its walls and towers and in its

difficult situation, being built on the summit of a lofty hill and surrounded by precipices, ventured to absent

himself from his post. He was engaged to be married to a fair and noble lady of Baeza, and repaired to that

city to celebrate his nuptials, escorted by a brilliant array of the best horsemen of his garrison. Apprised of his

absence, the vigilant El Zagal suddenly appeared before Culla with a powerful force, stormed the town sword

in hand, fought the Christians from street to street, and drove them with great slaughter to the citadel. Here a

veteran captain, by the name of Juan de Avalos, a grayheaded warrior scarred in many a battle, assumed the

command and made an obstinate defence. Neither the multitude of the enemy nor the vehemence of their

attacks, though led on by the terrible El Zagal himself, had power to shake the fortitude of this doughty old

The Moors undermined the outer walls and one of the towers of the fortress, and made their way into the

exterior court. The alcayde manned the tops of his towers, pouring down melted pitch and showering darts,

arrows, stones, and all kinds of missiles upon the assailants. The Moors were driven out of the court, but,

being reinforced with fresh troops, returned repeatedly to the assault. For five days the combat was kept up:

the Christians were nearly exhausted, but were sustained by the cheerings of their stanch old alcayde and the

fear of death from El Zagal should they surrender. At length the approach of a powerful force under Don Luis

Puerto Carrero relieved them from this fearful peril. El Zagal abandoned the assault, but set fire to the town in

The example of El Zagal roused his adherents to action. Two bold Moorish alcaydes, Ali Aliatar and Yzan

Aliatar, commanding the fortresses of Alhenden and Salobrena, laid waste the country of the subjects of

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Boabdil and the places which had recently submitted to the Christians: they swept off the cattle, carried off

The Moors also of Almeria and Tavernas and Purchena made inroads into Murcia, and carried fire and sword

into its most fertile regions. On the opposite frontier also, among the wild valleys and rugged recesses of the

Sierra Bermeja, or Red Mountains, many of the Moors who had lately submitted again flew to arms. The

marques of Cadiz suppressed by timely vigilance the rebellion of the mountain town of Gausin, situated on

a high peak almost among the clouds; but others of the Moors fortified themselves in rockbuilt towers and

castles, inhabited solely by warriors, whence they carried on a continual war of forage and depredation,

sweeping down into the valleys and carrying off flocks and herds and all kinds of booty to these eaglenests,

The worthy Fray Antonio Agapida closes his history of this checkered year in quite a different strain from

those triumphant periods with which he is accustomed to wind up the victorious campaigns of the sovereigns.

"Great and mighty," says this venerable chronicler, "were the floods and tempests which prevailed throughout

the kingdoms of Castile and Aragon about this time. It seemed as though the windows of heaven were again

opened and a second deluge overwhelming the face of nature. The clouds burst as it were in cataracts upon

the earth; torrents rushed down from the mountains, overflowing the valleys; brooks were swelled into raging

rivers; houses were undermined; mills were swept away by their own streams; the affrighted shepherds saw

their flocks drowned in the midst of the pasture, and were fain to take refuge for their lives in towers and high

places. The Guadalquivir for a time became a roaring and tumultuous sea, inundating the immense plain of

"A vast black cloud moved over the land, accompanied by a hurricane and a trembling of the earth. Houses

were unroofed, the walls and battlements of fortresses shaken, and lofty towers rocked to their foundations.

Ships riding at anchor were either stranded or swallowed up; others, under sail, were tossed to and fro upon

mountain waves and cast upon the land, where the whirlwind rent them in pieces and scattered them in

fragments in the air. Doleful was the ruin and great the terror where this baleful cloud passed by, and it left a

long track of desolation over sea and land. Some of the fainthearted," adds Antonio Agapida, "looked upon

this torment of the elements as a prodigious event, out of the course of nature. In the weakness of their fears

they connected it with those troubles which occurred in various places, considering it a portent of some great

calamity about to be wrought by the violence of the bloody handed El Zagal and his fierce adherents."*

The stormy winter had passed away, and the spring of 1489 was advancing, yet the heavy rains had broken up

the roads, the mountainbrooks were swollen to raging torrents, and the late shallow and peaceful rivers were

deep, turbulent, and dangerous. The Christian troops had been summoned to assemble in early spring on the

frontiers of Jaen, but were slow in arriving at the appointed place. They were entangled in the miry defiles of

the mountains or fretted impatiently on the banks of impassable floods. It was late in the month of May

before they assembled in sufficient force to attempt the proposed invasion, when at length a valiant army of

thirteen thousand horse and forty thousand foot marched merrily over the border. The queen remained at the

city of Jaen with the princeroyal 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. That important fortress taken, Guadix and Almeria must soon follow, and then the power of El Zagal

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would be at an end. As the Catholic king advanced he had first to secure various castles and strongholds in

the vicinity of Baza which might otherwise harass his army. Some of these made obstinate resistance,

especially the town of Zujar. The Christians assailed the walls with various machines to sap them and batter

them down. The brave alcayde, Hubec Abdilbar, opposed force to force and engine to engine. He manned his

towers with his bravest warriors, who rained down an iron shower upon the enemy, and he linked caldrons

together by strong chains and cast fire from them, consuming the wooden engines of their assailants and

The siege was protracted for several days: the bravery of the alcayde could not save his fortress from an

overwhelming foe, but it gained him honorable terms. Ferdinand permitted the garrison and the inhabitants to

repair with their effects to Baza, and the valiant Hubec marched forth with the remnant of his force and took

The delays caused to the invading army by these various circumstances had been diligently improved by El

Zagal, who felt that he was now making his last stand for empire, and that this campaign would decide

whether he should continue a king or sink into a vassal. He was but a few leagues from Baza, at the city of

Guadix. This last was the most important point of his remaining territories, being a kind of bulwark between

them and the hostile city of Granada, the seat of his nephew's power. Though he heard of the tide of war,

therefore, collecting and rolling toward the city of Baza, he dared not go in person to its assistance. He

dreaded that should he leave Guadix, Boabdil would attack him in the rear while the Christian army was

battling with him in front. El Zagal trusted in the great strength of Baza to defy any violent assault, and

profited by the delays of the Christian army to supply it with all possible means of defence. He sent thither all

the troops he could spare from his garrison of Guadix, and despatched missives throughout his territories

calling upon all true Moslems to hasten to Baza and make a devoted stand in defence of their homes, their

liberties, and their religion. The cities of Tavernas and Purchena and the surrounding heights and valleys

responded to his orders and sent forth their fightingmen to the field. The rocky fastnesses of the Alpuxarras

resounded with the din of arms: troops of horse and bodies of foot soldiers were seen winding down the

rugged cliffs and defiles of those marble mountains and hastening toward Baza. Many brave cavaliers of

Granada also, spurning the quiet and security of Christian vassalage, secretly left the city and hastened to join

their fighting countrymen. The great dependence of El Zagal, however, was upon the valor and loyalty of his

cousin and brotherinlaw, Cid Hiaya Alnagar,* who was alcayde of Almeriaa cavalier experienced in

warfare and redoubtable in the field. He wrote to him to leave Almeria and repair with all speed at the head of

his troops to Baza. Cid Hiaya departed immediately with ten thousand of the bravest Moors in the kingdom.

These were for the most part hardy mountaineers, tempered to sun and storm and tried in many a combat.

None equalled them for a sally or a skirmish. They were adroit in executing a thousand stratagems,

ambuscadoes, and evolutions. Impetuous in their assaults, yet governed in their utmost fury by a word or sign

from their commander, at the sound of a trumpet they would check themselves in the midst of their career,

wheel off and disperse, and at another sound of a trumpet they would as suddenly reassemble and return to

the attack. They were upon the enemy when least expected, coming like a rushing blast, spreading havoc and

consternation, and then passing away in an instant; so that when one recovered from the shock and looked

around, behold, nothing was to be seen or heard of this tempest of war but a cloud of dust and the clatter of

*This name has generally been written Cidi Yahye. The present mode is adopted on the authority of

Alcantara in his History of Granada, who appears to have derived it from Arabic manuscripts existing in the

archives of the marques de Corvera, descendant of Cid Hiaya. The latter (Cid Hiaya) was son of Aben Zelim,

a deceased prince of Almeria, and was a lineal descendant from the celebrated Aben Hud, surnamed the Just.

The wife of Cid Hiaya was sister of the two Moorish generals, Abul Cacim and Reduan Vanegas, and, like

them, the fruit of the union of a Christian knight, Don Pedro Vanegas, with Cetimerien, a Moorish princess.

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When Cid Hiaya led his train of ten thousand valiant warriors into the gates of Baza, the city rang with

acclamations and for a time the inhabitants thought themselves secure. El Zagal also felt a glow of

confidence, notwithstanding his own absence from the city. "Cid Hiaya," said he, "is my cousin and my

brotherinlaw; related to me by blood and marriage, he is a second self: happy is that monarch who has his

With all these reinforcements the garrison of Baza amounted to above twenty thousand men. There were at

this time three principal leaders in the city: Mohammed Ibn Hassan, surnamed the Veteran, who was military

governor or alcayde, an old Moor of great experience and discretion; the second was Hamet Abu Zali, who

was captain of the troops stationed in the place; and the third was Hubec Abdilbar, late alcayde of Zujar, who

had repaired hither with the remains of his garrison. Over all these Cid Hiaya exercised a supreme command

in consequence of his being of the bloodroyal and in the especial confidence of Muley Abdallah el Zagal.

He was eloquent and ardent in council, and fond of striking and splendid achievements, but he was a little

prone to be carried away by the excitement of the moment and the warmth of his imagination. The councils

of war of these commanders, therefore, were more frequently controlled by the opinions of the old alcayde

Mohammed Ibn Hassan, for whose shrewdness, caution, and experience Cid Hiaya himself felt the greatest

The city of Baza was situated in a great valley, eight leagues in length and three in breadth, called the Hoya,

or Basin, of Baza. It was surrounded by a range of mountains called the Sierra of Xabalcohol, the streams of

which, collecting themselves into two rivers, watered and fertilized the country. The city was built in the

plain, one part of it protected by the rocky precipices of the mountain and by a powerful citadel, the other by

massive walls studded with immense towers. It had suburbs toward the plain imperfectly fortified by earthen

walls. In front of these suburbs extended a tract of orchards and gardens nearly a league in length, so thickly

planted as to resemble a continued forest. Here every citizen who could afford it had his little plantation and

his garden of fruits and flowers and vegetables, watered by canals and rivulets and dominated by a small

tower for recreation or defence. This wilderness of groves and gardens, intersected in all parts by canals and

runs of water, and studded by above a thousand small towers, formed a kind of protection to this side of the

While the Christian army had been detained before the frontier posts, the city of Baza had been a scene of

hurried and unremitting preparation. All the grain of the surrounding valley, though yet unripe, was hastily

reaped and borne into the city to prevent it from yielding sustenance to the enemy. The country was drained

of all its supplies; flocks and herds were driven, bleating and bellowing, into the gates: long trains of beasts

of burden, some laden with food, others with lances, darts, and arms of all kinds, kept pouring into the place.

Already were munitions collected sufficient for a siege of fifteen months: still, the eager and hasty

On one side might be seen scattered parties of foot and horse spurring to the gates, and muleteers hurrying

forward their burdened animals, all anxious to get under shelter before the gathering storm; on the other side,

the cloud of war came sweeping down the valley, the roll of drum or clang of trumpet resounding

occasionally from its deep bosom, or the bright glance of arms flashing forth like vivid lightning from its

columns. King Ferdinand pitched his tents in the valley beyond the green labyrinth of gardens. He sent his

heralds to summon the city to surrender, promising the most favorable terms in case of immediate

compliance, and avowing in the most solemn terms his resolution never to abandon the siege until he had

Upon receiving this summons the Moorish commanders held a council of war. The prince Cid Hiaya,

indignant at the menaces of the king, was for retorting by a declaration that the garrison never would

surrender, but would fight until buried under the ruins of the walls. "Of what avail," said the veteran

Mohammed, "is a declaration of the kind, which we may falsify by our deeds? Let us threaten what we know

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In conformity to his advice, therefore, a laconic reply was sent to the Christian monarch, thanking him for his

offer of favorable terms, but informing him that they were placed in the city to defend, not to surrender it.

When the reply of the Moorish commanders was brought to King Ferdinand, he prepared to press the siege

with the utmost vigor. Finding the camp too far from the city, and that the intervening orchards afforded

shelter for the sallies of the Moors, he determined to advance it beyond the gardens, in the space between

them and the suburbs, where his batteries would have full play upon the city walls. A detachment was sent in

advance to take possession of the gardens and keep a check upon the suburbs, opposing any sally while the

encampment should be formed and fortified. The various commanders entered the orchards at different

points. The young cavaliers marched fearlessly forward, but the experienced veterans foresaw infinite peril in

the mazes of this verdant labyrinth. The master of St. Jago, as he led his troops into the centre of the gardens,

exhorted them to keep by one another, and to press forward in defiance of all difficulty or danger, assuring

them that God would give them the victory if they attacked hardily and persisted resolutely.

Scarce had they entered the verge of the orchards when a din of drums and trumpets, mingled with warcries,

was heard from the suburbs, and a legion of Moorish warriors on foot poured forth. They were led on by the

prince Cid Hiaya. He saw the imminent danger of the city should the Christians gain possession of the

orchards. "Soldiers," he cried, "we fight for life and liberty, for our families, our country, our religion;*

nothing is left for us to depend upon but the strength of our hands, the courage of our hearts, and the almighty

protection of Allah." The Moors answered him with shouts of war and rushed to the encounter. The two hosts

met in the midst of the gardens. A chancemedley combat ensued with lances, arquebuses, crossbows, and

scimetars; the perplexed nature of the ground, cut up and intersected by canals and streams, the closeness of

the trees, the multiplicity of towers and petty edifices, gave greater advantages to the Moors, who were on

foot, than to the Christians, who were on horseback. The Moors, too, knew the ground, with all its alleys and

passes, and were thus enabled to lurk, to sally forth, attack, and retreat almost without injury.

*"Illi (Mauri) pro fortunis, pro libertate, pro laribus patriis, pro vita denique certabant."Pietro Martyr,

The Christian commanders, seeing this, ordered many of the horsemen to dismount and fight on foot. The

battle then became fierce and deadly, each disregarding his own life, provided he could slay his enemy. It was

not so much a general battle as a multitude of petty actions, for every orchard and garden had its distinct

contest. No one could see farther than the little scene of fury and bloodshed around him, nor know how the

general battle fared. In vain the captains exerted their voices, in vain the trumpets brayed forth signals and

commands: all was confounded and unheard in the universal din and uproar. No one kept to his standard, but

fought as his own fury or fear dictated. In some places the Christians had the advantage, in others the Moors;

often a victorious party, pursuing the vanquished, came upon a superior and triumphant force of the enemy,

and the fugitives turned back upon them in an overwhelming wave. Some broken remnants, in their terror and

confusion, fled from their own countrymen and sought refuge among their enemies, not knowing friend from

foe in the obscurity of the groves. The Moors were more adroit in these wild skirmishings from their

flexibility, lightness, and agility, and the rapidity with which they would disperse, rally, and return again to

The hardest fighting was about the small gardentowers and pavilions, which served as so many petty

fortresses. Each party by turns gained them, defended them fiercely, and were driven out; many of the towers

were set on fire, and increased the horrors of the fight by the wreaths of smoke and flame in which they

Several of the Christian cavaliers, bewildered by the uproar and confusion and shocked at the carnage which

prevailed, would have led their men out of the action, but they were entangled in a labyrinth and knew not

which way to retreat. While in this perplexity Juan Perea, the standardbearer of one of the squadrons of the

grand cardinal, had his arm carried off by a cannonball; the standard was wellnigh falling into the hands of

the enemy, when Rodrigo de Mendoza, an intrepid youth, natural son of the grand cardinal, rushed to its

rescue through a shower of balls, lances, and arrows, and, bearing it aloft, dashed forward with it into the

King Ferdinand, who remained in the skirts of the orchard, was in extreme anxiety. It was impossible to see

much of the action for the multiplicity of trees and towers and the wreaths of smoke, and those who were

driven out defeated or came out wounded and exhausted gave different accounts, according to the fate of the

partial conflicts in which they had been engaged. Ferdinand exerted himself to the utmost to animate and

encourage his troops to this blind encounter, sending reinforcements of horse and foot to those points where

Among those who were brought forth mortally wounded was Don Juan de Luna, a youth of uncommon merit,

greatly prized by the king, beloved by the army, and recently married to Dona Catalina de Urrea, a young

lady of distinguished beauty.* They laid him at the foot of a tree, and endeavored to stanch and bind up his

wounds with a scarf which his bride had wrought for him; but his lifeblood flowed too profusely, and while

a holy friar was yet administering to him the last sacred offices of the Church, he expired, almost at the feet

On the other hand, the veteran alcayde Mohammed Ibn Hassan, surrounded by a little band of chieftains, kept

an anxious eye upon the scene of combat from the walls of the city. For nearly twelve hours the battle raged

without intermission. The thickness of the foliage hid all the particulars from their sight, but they could see

the flash of swords and glance of helmets among the trees. Columns of smoke rose in every direction, while

the clash of arms, the thundering of ribadoquines and arquebuses, the shouts and cries of the combatants, and

the groans and supplications of the wounded bespoke the deadly conflict waging in the bosom of the groves.

They were harassed, too, by the shrieks and lamentations of the Moorish women and children as their

wounded relatives were brought bleeding from the scene of action, and were stunned by a general outcry of

woe on the part of the inhabitants as the body of Reduan Zafarjal, a renegado Christian and one of the bravest

At length the din of battle approached nearer to the skirts of the orchards. They beheld their warriors driven

out from among the groves by fresh squadrons of the enemy, and, after disputing the ground inch by inch,

obliged to retire to a place between the orchards and the suburbs which was fortified with palisadoes.

The Christians immediately planted opposing palisadoes, and established strong outposts near to the retreat of

the Moors, while at the same time King Ferdinand ordered that his encampment should be pitched within the

Mohammed Ibn Hassan sallied forth to the aid of the prince Cid Hiaya, and made a desperate attempt to

dislodge the enemy from this formidable position, but the night had closed, and the darkness rendered it

impossible to make any impression. The Moors, however, kept up constant assaults and alarms throughout

the night, and the weary Christians, exhausted by the toils and sufferings of the day, were not allowed a

*Pulgar, part 3, cap. 106, 107; Cura de los Palacios, cap. 92; Zurita, lib. 20, cap 31.

The morning sun rose upon a piteous scene before the walls of Baza. The Christian outposts, harassed

throughout the night, were pale and haggard, while the multitudes of slain which lay before their palisadoes

Beyond them lay the groves and gardens of Baza, once favorite resorts for recreation and delight, now a

scene of horror and desolation. The towers and pavilions were smoking ruins; the canals and watercourses

were discolored with blood and choked with the bodies of the slain. Here and there the ground, deep dinted

with the tramp of man and steed and plashed and slippery with gore, showed where had been some fierce and

mortal conflict, while the bodies of Moors and Christians, ghastly in death, lay half concealed among the

Amidst these sanguinary scenes rose the Christian tents, hastily pitched among the gardens in the preceding

evening. The experience of the night, however, and the forlorn aspect of everything in the morning convinced

King Ferdinand of the perils and hardships to which his camp must be exposed in its present situation, and

after a consultation with his principal cavaliers he resolved to abandon the orchards.

It was a dangerous movement, to extricate his army from so entangled a situation in the face of so alert and

daring an enemy. A bold front was therefore kept up toward the city; additional troops were ordered to the

advanced posts, and works begun as if for a settled encampment. Not a tent was struck in the gardens, but in

the mean time the most active and unremitting exertions were made to remove all the baggage and furniture

All day the Moors beheld a formidable show of war maintained in front of the gardens, while in the rear the

tops of the Christian tents and the pennons of the different commanders were seen rising above the groves.

Suddenly, toward evening the tents sank and disappeared, the outposts broke up their stations and withdrew,

The Moors saw too late the subtle manoeuvre of King Ferdinand. Cid Hiaya again sallied forth with a large

force of horse and foot, and pressed furiously upon the Christians. The latter; however, experienced in

Moorish attack, retired in close order, sometimes turning upon the enemy and driving them to their

barricadoes, and then pursuing their retreat. In this way the army was extricated without much further loss

The camp was now out of danger, but it was also too distant from the city to do mischief, while the Moors

could sally forth and return without hindrance. The king called a council of war to consider in what manner to

proceed. The marques of Cadiz was for abandoning the siege for the present, the place being too strong, too

well garrisoned and provided, and too extensive for their limited forces either to carry it by assault or invest

and reduce it by famine, while in lingering before it the army would be exposed to the usual maladies and

sufferings of besieging armies, and when the rainy season came on would be shut up by the swelling of the

rivers. He recommended, instead, that the king should throw garrisons of horse and foot into all the towns

captured in the neighborhood, and leave them to keep up a predatory war upon Baza, while he should overrun

and ravage all the country, so that in the following year Almeria and Guadix, having all their subject towns

Don Gutierre de Cardenas, senior commander of Leon, on the other hand, maintained that to abandon the

siege would be construed by the enemy into a sign of weakness and irresolution. It would give new spirits to

the partisans of El Zagal, and would gain to his standard many of the wavering subjects of Boabdil, if it did

not encourage the fickle populace of Granada to open rebellion. He advised, therefore, that the siege should

The pride of Ferdinand pleaded in favor of the last opinion, for it would be doubly humiliating again to return

from a campaign in this part of the Moorish kingdom without effecting a blow. But when he reflected on all

that his army had suffered, and on all that it must suffer should the siege continueespecially from the

difficulty of obtaining a regular supply of provisions for so numerous a host across a great extent of rugged

and mountainous countryhe determined to consult the safety of his people and to adopt the advice of the

When the soldiery heard that the king was about to raise the siege in mere consideration of their sufferings,

they were filled with generous enthusiasm, and entreated as with one voice that the siege might never be

Perplexed by conflicting counsels, the king despatched messengers to the queen at Jaen, requesting her

advice. Posts had been stationed between them in such manner that missives from the camp could reach the

queen within ten hours. Isabella sent instantly her reply. She left the policy of raising or continuing the siege

to the decision of the king and his captains, but, should they determine to persevere, she pledged herself, with

the aid of God, to forward them men, money, provisions and all other supplies until the city should be taken.

The reply of the queen determined Ferdinand to persevere, and when his determination was made known to

the army, it was hailed with as much joy as if it had been tidings of a victory.

The Moorish prince Cid Hiaya had received tidings of the doubts and discussions in the Christian camp, and

flattered himself with hopes that the besieging army would soon retire in despair, though the veteran

Mohammed shook his head with incredulity. A sudden movement one morning in the Christian camp seemed

to confirm the sanguine hopes of the prince. The tents were struck, the artillery and baggage were conveyed

away, and bodies of soldiers began to march along the valley. The momentary gleam of triumph was soon

dispelled. The Catholic king had merely divided his host into two camps, the more effectually to distress the

One, consisting of four thousand horse and eight thousand foot, with all the artillery and battering engines,

took post on the side of the city toward the mountain. This was commanded by the marques of Cadiz, with

whom were Don Alonso de Aguilar, Luis Fernandez Puerto Carrero, and many other distinguished cavaliers.

The other camp was commanded by the king, having six thousand horse and a great host of footsoldiers, the

hardy mountaineers of Biscay, Guipuscoa, Galicia, and the Asturias. Among the cavaliers who were with the

king were the brave count de Tendilla, Don Rodrigo de Mendoza, and Don Alonso de Cardenas, master of

The two camps were wide asunder, on opposite sides of the city, and between them lay the thick wilderness

of orchards. Both camps were therefore fortified by great trenches, breastworks, and palisadoes. The veteran

Mohammed, as he saw these two formidable camps glittering on either side of the city, and noted the

wellknown pennons of renowned commanders fluttering above them, still comforted his companions.

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"These camps," said he, "are too far removed from each other for mutual succor and cooperation, and the

forest of orchards is as a gulf between them." This consolation was but of short continuance. Scarcely were

the Christian camps fortified when the ears of the Moorish garrison were startled by the sound of innumerable

axes and the crash of falling trees. They looked with anxiety from their highest towers, and beheld their

favorite groves sinking beneath the blows of the Christian pioneers. The Moors sallied forth with fiery zeal to

protect their beloved gardens and the orchards in which they so much delighted. The Christians, however,

were too well supported to be driven from their work. Day after day the gardens became the scene of

incessant and bloody skirmishings; yet still the devastation of the groves went on, for King Ferdinand was too

well aware of the necessity of clearing away this screen of woods not to bend all his forces to the

undertaking. It was a work, however, of gigantic toil and patience. The trees were of such magnitude, and so

closely set together, and spread over so wide an extent, that, notwithstanding four thousand men were

employed, they could scarcely clear a strip of land ten paces broad within a day; and such were the

interruptions from the incessant assaults of the Moors that it was full forty days before the orchards were

The devoted city of Baza now lay stripped of its beautiful covering of groves and gardens, at once its

ornament, its delight, and its protection. The besiegers went on slowly and surely, with almost incredible

labors, to invest and isolate the city. They connected their camps by a deep trench across the plain a league in

length, into which they diverted the waters of the mountainstreams. They protected this trench by

palisadoes, fortified by fifteen castles at regular distances. They dug a deep trench also, two leagues in length,

across the mountain in the rear of the city, reaching from camp to camp, and fortified it on each side with

walls of earth and stone and wood. Thus the Moors were enclosed on all sides by trenches, palisadoes, walls,

and castles, so that it was impossible for them to sally beyond this great line of circumvallation, nor could

any force enter to their succor. Ferdinand made an attempt likewise to cut off the supply of water from the

city; "for water," observes the worthy Agapida, "is more necessary to these infidels than bread, making use of

it in repeated daily ablutions enjoined by their damnable religion, and employing it in baths and in a thousand

other idle and extravagant modes of which we Spaniards and Christians make but little account."

There was a noble fountain of pure water which gushed out at the foot of the hill Albohacen just behind the

city. The Moors had almost a superstitious fondness for this fountain, and chiefly depended upon it for their

supplies. Receiving intimation from some deserters of the plan of King Ferdinand to get possession of this

precious fountain, they sallied forth at night and threw up such powerful works upon the impending hill as to

The siege of Baza, while it displayed the skill and science of the Christian commanders, gave but little scope

for the adventurous spirit and fiery valor of the young Spanish cavaliers. They repined at the tedious

monotony and dull security of their fortified camp, and longed for some soulstirring exploit of difficulty and

danger. Two of the most spirited of these youthful cavaliers were Francisco de Bazan and Antonio de Cueva,

the latter of whom was son to the duke of Albuquerque. As they were one day seated on the ramparts of the

camp, and venting their impatience at this life of inaction, they were overheard by a veteran adalid, one of

those scouts or guides who were acquainted with all parts of the country. "Seniors," said he, "if you wish for

a service of peril and profit, if you are willing to pluck the fiery old Moor by the beard, I can lead you to

where you may put your mettle to the proof. Hard by the city of Guadix are certain hamlets rich in booty. I

can conduct you by a way in which you may come upon them by surprise, and if you are as cool in the head

as you are hot in the spur, you may bear off your spoils from under the very eyes of old El Zagal."

The idea of thus making booty at the very gates of Guadix pleased the hotspirited youths. These predatory

excursions were frequent about this time, and the Moors of Padul, Alhenden, and other towns of the

Alpuxarras had recently harassed the Christian territories by expeditions of the kind. Francisco de Bazan and

Antonio de Cueva soon found other young cavaliers of their age eager to join in the adventure, and in a little

while they had nearly three hundred horse and two hundred foot ready equipped and eager for the foray.

Keeping their destination secret, they sallied out of the camp on the edge of an evening, and, guided by the

adalid, made their way by starlight through the most secret roads of the mountains. In this way they pressed

on rapidly day and night, until early one morning, before cockcrowing, they fell suddenly upon the hamlets,

made prisoners of the inhabitants, sacked the houses, ravaged the fields, and, sweeping through the meadows,

gathered together all the flocks and herds. Without giving themselves time to rest, they set out upon their

return, making with all speed for the mountains before the alarm should be given and the country roused.

Several of the herdsmen, however, had fled to Guadix, and carried tidings of the ravage to El Zagal. The

beard of old Muley trembled with rage: he immediately sent out six hundred of his choicest horse and foot,

with orders to recover the booty and to bring those insolent marauders captive to Guadix.

The Christian cavaliers were urging their cavalgada of cattle and sheep up a mountain as fast as their own

weariness would permit, when, looking back, they beheld a great cloud of dust, and presently descried the

They saw that the Moors were superior in number; they were fresh also, both man and steed, whereas both

they and their horses were fatigued by two days and two nights of hard marching. Several of the horsemen

therefore gathered round the commanders and proposed that they should relinquish their spoil and save

themselves by flight. The captains, Francisco de Bazan and Antonio de Cueva, spurned at such craven

counsel. "What?" cried they, "abandon, our prey without striking a blow? Leave our footsoldiers too in the

lurch, to be overwhelmed by the enemy? If any one gives such counsel through fear, he mistakes the course

of safety, for there is less danger in presenting a bold front to the foe than in turning a dastard back, and fewer

Some of the cavaliers were touched by these words, and declared that they would stand by the footsoldiers

like true companionsinarms: the great mass of the party, however, were volunteers, brought

together by chance, who received no pay nor had any common tie to keep them together in time of danger.

The pleasure of the expedition being over, each thought but of his own safety, regardless of his companions.

As the enemy approached the tumult of opinions increased and everything was in confusion. The captains, to

put an end to the dispute, ordered the standardbearer to advance against the Moors, well knowing that no

true cavalier would hesitate to follow and defend his banner. The standardbearer hesitated: the troops were

Upon this a cavalier of the royal guards rode to the front. It was Hernan Perez del Pulgar, alcayde of the

fortress of Salar, the same dauntless ambassador who once bore to the turbulent people of Malaga the king's

summons to surrender. Taking off a handkerchief which he wore round his head after the Andalusian fashion,

he tied it to the end of a lance and elevated it in the air. "Cavaliers," cried he, "why do ye take weapons in

your hands if you depend upon your feet for safety? This day will determine who is the brave man and who

the coward. He who is disposed to fight shall not want a standard: let him follow this handkerchief." So

saying, he waved his banner and spurred bravely against the Moors. His example shamed some and filled

others with generous emulation: all turned with one accord, and, following Pulgar, rushed with shouts upon

the enemy. The Moors scarcely waited to receive the shock of their encounter. Seized with a panic, they took

to flight, and were pursued for a considerable distance with great slaughter. Three hundred of their dead

strewed the road, and were stripped and despoiled by the conquerors; many were taken prisoners, and the

Christian cavaliers returned in triumph to the camp with a long cavalgada of sheep and cattle and mules laden

with booty, and bearing before them the singular standard which had conducted them to victory.

King Ferdinand was so pleased with the gallant action of Hernan Perez del Pulgar that he immediately

conferred on him the honor of knighthood, using in the ceremony the sword of Diego de Aguero, the captain

of the royal guards; the duke of Esculona girded one of his own gilt spurs upon his heel, and the grand master

of Santiago, the count de Cabra, and Gonsalvo of Cordova officiated as witnesses. Furthermore, to perpetuate

in his family the memory of his achievement, the sovereigns authorized him to emblazon on his escutcheon a

golden lion in an azure field, bearing a lance with a handkerchief at the end of it. Round the border of the

escutcheon were depicted the eleven alcaydes vanquished in the battle.* The foregoing is but one of many

hardy and heroic deeds done by this brave cavalier in the wars against the Moors, by which he gained great

renown and the distinguished appellation of "El de las hazanas," or "He of the exploits."**

**Hernan or Hernando del Pulgar, the historian, secretary to Queen Isabella, is confounded with this cavalier

by some writers. He was also present at the siege of Baza, and has recounted this transaction in his Chronicle

The Moorish king, El Zagal, mounted a tower and looked out eagerly to enjoy the sight of the Christian

marauders brought captive into the gates of Guadix, but his spirits fell when he beheld his own troops

The fortune of war bore hard against the old monarch; his mind was harassed by disastrous tidings brought

each day from Baza, of the sufferings of the inhabitants, and the numbers of the garrison slain in the frequent

skirmishes. He dared not go in person to the relief of the place, for his presence was necessary in Guadix to

keep a check upon his nephew in Granada. He sent reinforcements and supplies, but they were intercepted

and either captured or driven back. Still, his situation was in some respects preferable to that of his nephew

Boabdil. He was battling like a warrior on the last step of his throne; El Chico remained a kind of pensioned

vassal in the luxurious abode of the Alhambra. The chivalrous part of the inhabitants of Granada could not

but compare the generous stand made by the warriors of Baza for their country and their faith with their own

timeserving submission to the yoke of an unbeliever. Every account they received of the woes of Baza

wrung their hearts with agony; every account of the exploits of its devoted defenders brought blushes to their

cheeks. Many stole forth secretly with their weapons and hastened to join the besieged, and the partisans of

El Zagal wrought upon the patriotism and passions of the remainder until another of those conspiracies was

formed that were continually menacing the unsteady throne of Granada. It was concerted by the conspirators

to assail the Alhambra on a sudden, slay Boabdil, assemble the troops, and march to Guadix, where, being

reinforced by the garrison of that place and led on by the old warrior monarch, they might fall with

Fortunately for Boabdil, he discovered the conspiracy in time, and the heads of the leaders were struck off

and placed upon the walls of the Alhambraan act of severity unusual with this mild and wavering monarch,

which struck terror into the disaffected, and produced a kind of mute tranquillity throughout the city.

Ferdinand had full information of all the movements and measures for the relief of Baza, and took

precautions to prevent them. Bodies of horsemen held watch in the mountainpasses to prevent supplies and

intercept any generous volunteers from Granada, and watchtowers were erected or scouts placed on every

The prince Cid Hiaya and his brave companionsinarms were thus gradually walled up, as it were, from the

rest of the world. A line of towers, the battlements of which bristled with troops, girded their city, and behind

the intervening bulwarks and palisadoes passed and repassed continual squadrons of troops. Week after week

and month after month passed away, but Ferdinand waited in vain for the garrison to be either terrified or

starved into surrender. Every day they sallied forth with the spirit and alacrity of troops high fed and flushed

with confidence. "The Christian monarch," said the veteran Mohammed Ibn Hassan, "builds his hopes upon

our growing faint and despondingwe must manifest unusual cheerfulness and vigor. What would be

rashness in other service becomes prudence with us." The prince Cid Hiaya agreed with him in opinion, and

sallied forth with his troops upon all kinds of harebrained exploits. They laid ambushes, concerted surprises,

and made the most desperate assaults. The great extent of the Christian works rendered them weak in many

parts: against these the Moors directed their attacks, suddenly breaking into them, making a hasty ravage, and

bearing off their booty in triumph to the city. Sometimes they would sally forth by passes and clefts of the

mountain in the rear of the city which it was difficult to guard, and, hurrying down into the plain, sweep off

all cattle and sheep that were grazing near the suburbs and all stragglers from the camp.

These partisan sallies brought on many sharp and bloody encounters, in some of which Don Alonso de

Aguilar and the alcayde de los Donceles distinguished themselves greatly. During one of these hot

skirmishes, which happened on the skirts of the mountain about twilight, a cavalier named Martin Galindo

beheld a powerful Moor dealing deadly blows about him and making great havoc among the Christians.

Galindo pressed forward and challenged him to single combat. The Moor was not slow in answering the call.

Couching their lances, they rushed furiously upon each other. At the first shock the Moor was wounded in the

face and borne out of his saddle. Before Galindo could check his steed and turn from his career the Moor

sprang upon his feet, recovered his lance, and, rushing upon him, wounded him in the head and the arm.

Though Galindo was on horseback and the Moor on foot, yet such was the prowess and address of the latter

that the Christian knight, being disabled in the arm, was in the utmost peril when his comrades hastened to

his assistance. At their approach the valiant pagan retreated slowly up the rocks, keeping them at bay until he

Several of the young Spanish cavaliers, stung by the triumph of this Moslem knight, would have challenged

others of the Moors to single combat, but King Ferdinand prohibited all vaunting encounters of the kind. He

forbade his troops also to provoke skirmishes, well knowing that the Moors were more dextrous than most

people in this irregular mode of fighting, and were better acquainted with the ground.

While the holy Christian army (says Fray Antonio Agapida) was thus beleaguering this infidel city of Baza

there rode into the camp one day two reverend friars of the order of St. Francis. One was of portly person and

authoritative air: he bestrode a goodly steed, well conditioned and well caparisoned, while his companion

rode beside him upon a humble hack, poorly accoutred, and, as he rode, he scarcely raised his eyes from the

The arrival of two friars in the camp was not a matter of much note, for in these holy wars the Church

militant continually mingled in the affray, and helmet and cowl were always seen together; but it was soon

discovered that these worthy saintserrant were from a far country and on a mission of great import.

They were, in truth, just arrived from the Holy Land, being two of the saintly men who kept vigil over the

sepulchre of our Blessed Lord at Jerusalem. He of the tall and portly form and commanding presence was

Fray Antonio Millan, prior of the Franciscan convent in the Holy City. He had a full and florid countenance,

a sonorous voice, and was round and swelling and copious in his periods, like one accustomed to harangue

and to be listened to with deference. His companion was small and spare in form, pale of visage, and soft and

silken and almost whispering in speech. "He had a humble and lowly way," says Agapida, "evermore bowing

the head, as became one of his calling." Yet he was one of the most active, zealous, and effective brothers of

the convent, and when he raised his small black eye from the earth there was a keen glance out of the corner

which showed that, though harmless as a dove, he was nevertheless as wise as a serpent.

These holy men had come on a momentous embassy from the grand soldan of Egypt, or, as Agapida terms

him in the language of the day, the soldan of Babylon. The league which had been made between that

potentate and his archfoe the Grand Turk, Bajazet II., to unite in arms for the salvation of Granada, as has

been mentioned in a previous chapter of this chronicle, had come to naught. The infidel princes had again

taken up arms against each other, and had relapsed into their ancient hostility. Still, the grand soldan, as head

of the whole Moslem religion, considered himself bound to preserve the kingdom of Granada from the grasp

of unbelievers. He despatched, therefore, these two holy friars with letters to the Castilian sovereigns, as well

as to the pope and to the king of Naples, remonstrating against the evils done to the Moors of the kingdom of

Granada, who were of his faith and kindred whereas it was well known that great numbers of Christians were

indulged and protected in the full enjoyment of their property, their liberty, and their faith in his dominions.

He insisted, therefore, that this war should cease that the Moors of Granada should be reinstated in the

territory of which they had been dispossessed: otherwise he threatened to put to death all the Christians

beneath his sway, to demolish their convents and temples, and to destroy the Holy Sepulchre.

This fearful menace had spread consternation among the Christians of Palestine, and when the intrepid Fray

Antonio Millan and his lowly companion departed on their mission they were accompanied far from the gates

of Jerusalem by an anxious throng of brethren and disciples, who remained watching them with tearful eyes

as long as they were in sight. These holy ambassadors were received with great distinction by King

Ferdinand, for men of their cloth had ever high honor and consideration in his court. He had long and

frequent conversations with them about the Holy Land, the state of the Christian Church in the dominions of

the grand soldan, and of the policy and conduct of that archinfidel toward it. The portly prior of the

Franciscan convent was full and round and oratorical in his replies, and the king expressed himself much

pleased with the eloquence of his periods; but the politic monarch was observed to lend a close and attentive

ear to the whispering voice of the lowly companion, "whose discourse," adds Agapida, "though modest and

low, was clear and fluent and full of subtle wisdom." These holy friars had visited Rome in their journeying,

where they had delivered the letter of the soldan to the sovereign pontiff. His Holiness had written by them to

the Castilian sovereigns, requesting to know what reply they had to offer to this demand of the Oriental

The king of Naples also wrote to them on the subject, but in wary terms. He inquired into the cause of this

war with the Moors of Granada, and expressed great marvel at its events, as if (says Agapida) both were not

notorious throughout all the Christian world. "Nay," adds the worthy friar with becoming indignation, "he

uttered opinions savoring of little better than damnable heresy; for he observed that, although the Moors were

of a different sect, they ought not to be maltreated without just cause; and hinted that if the Castilian

sovereigns did not suffer any crying injury from the Moors, it would be improper to do anything which might

draw great damage upon the Christiansas if, when once the sword of the faith was drawn, it ought ever to

be sheathed until this scum of heathendom were utterly destroyed or driven from the land. But this monarch,"

he continues, "was more kindly disposed toward the infidels than was honest and lawful in a Christian prince,

and was at that very time in league with the soldan against their common enemy the Grand Turk."

These pious sentiments of the truly Catholic Agapida are echoed by Padre Mariana in his history;* but the

worthy chronicler Pedro Abarca attributes the interference of the king of Naples not to lack of orthodoxy in

religion, but to an excess of worldly policy, he being apprehensive that should Ferdinand conquer the Moors

of Granada he might have time and means to assert a claim of the house of Aragon to the crown of Naples.

"King Ferdinand," continues the worthy father Pedro Abarca, "was no less master of dissimulation than his

cousin of Naples; so he replied to him with the utmost suavity of manner, going into a minute and patient

vindication of the war, and taking great apparent pains to inform him of those things which all the world

knew, but of which the other pretended to be ignorant."* At the same time he soothed his solicitude about the

fate of the Christians in the empire of the grand soldan, assuring him that the great revenue extorted from

them in rents and tributes would be a certain protection against the threatened violence.

To the pope he made the usual vindication of the warthat it was for the recovery of ancient territory

usurped by the Moors, for the punishment of wars and violences inflicted upon the Christians, and, finally,

"It was a truly edifying sight," says Agapida, "to behold these friars, after they had had their audience of the

king, moving about the camp always surrounded by nobles and cavaliers of high and martial renown. These

were insatiable in their questions about the Holy Land, the state of the sepulchre of our Lord, and the

sufferings of the devoted brethren who guarded it and the pious pilgrims who resorted there to pay their

vows. The portly prior of the convent would stand with lofty and shining countenance in the midst of these

iron warriors and declaim with resounding eloquence on the history of the sepulchre, but the humbler brother

would ever and anon sigh deeply, and in low tones utter some tale of suffering and outrage, at which his

steelclad hearers would grasp the hilts of their swords and mutter between their clenched teeth prayers for

The pious friars, having finished their mission to the king and been treated with all due distinction, took their

leave, and wended their way to Jaen, to visit the most Catholic of queens. Isabella, whose heart was the seat

of piety, received them as sacred men invested with more than human dignity. During their residence at Jaen

they were continually in the royal presence: the respectable prior of the convent moved and melted the ladies

of the court by his florid rhetoric, but his lowly companion was observed to have continual access to the royal

ear. That saintly and softspoken messenger (says Agapida) received the reward of his humility; for the

queen, moved by his frequent representations, made in all modesty and lowliness of spirit, granted a yearly

sum in perpetuity of one thousand ducats in gold for the support of the monks of the Convent of the Holy

*"La Reyna dio a los Frayles mil ducados de renta cado ano para el sustento de los religiosos del santo

sepulcro, que es la mejor limosna y sustento que hasta nuestros dias ha quedado a estos religiosos de

Gerusalem: para donde les dio la Reyna un velo labrado por sus manos, para poner encima de la santa

Moreover, on the departure of these holy ambassadors, the excellent and most Catholic queen delivered to

them a veil devoutly embroidered with her own royal hands, to he placed over the Holy Sepulchre;a

precious and inestimable present, which called forth a most eloquent tribute of thanks from the portly prior,

*It is proper to mention the result of this mission of the two friars, and which the worthy Agapida has

neglected to record. At a subsequent period the Catholic sovereigns sent the distinguished historian, Pietro

Martyr of Angleria, as ambassador to the grand soldan. That able man made such representations as were

perfectly satisfactory to the Oriental potentate. He also obtained from him the remission of many exactions

and extortions heretofore practised upon Christian pilgrims visiting the Holy Sepulchre; which, it is

presumed, had been gently but cogently detailed to the monarch by the lowly friar. Pietro Martyr wrote an

account of his embassy to the grand soldana work greatly esteemed by the learned and containing much

It has been the custom to laud the conduct and address of King Ferdinand in this most arduous and protracted

war, but the sage Agapida is more disposed to give credit to the counsels and measures of the queen, who, he

observes, though less ostensible in action, was in truth the very soul, the vital principle, of this great

enterprise. While King Ferdinand was bustling in his camp and making a glittering display with his gallant

chivalry, she, surrounded by her saintly counsellors in the episcopal palace of Jaen, was devising ways and

means to keep the king and his army in existence. She had pledged herself to keep up a supply of men and

money and provisions until the city should be taken. The hardships of the siege caused a fearful waste of life,

but the supply of men was the least difficult part of her undertaking. So beloved was the queen by the

chivalry of Spain that on her calling on them for assistance not a grandee or cavalier that yet lingered at home

but either repaired in person or sent forces to the camp; the ancient and warlike families vied with each other

in marshalling forth their vassals, and thus the besieged Moors beheld each day fresh troops arriving before

their city, and new ensigns and pennons displayed emblazoned with arms well known to the veteran warriors.

But the most arduous task was to keep up a regular supply of provisions. It was not the army alone that had to

be supported, but also the captured towns and their garrisons; for the whole country around them had been

ravaged, and the conquerors were in danger of starving in the midst of the land they had desolated. To

transport the daily supplies for such immense numbers was a gigantic undertaking in a country where there

was neither water conveyance nor roads for carriages. Everything had to be borne by beasts of burden over

rugged and broken paths of mountains and through dangerous defiles exposed to the attacks and plunderings

The wary and calculating merchants accustomed to supply the army shrank from engaging at their own risk in

so hazardous an undertaking. The queen therefore hired fourteen thousand beasts of burden, and ordered all

the wheat and barley to be brought up in Andalusia and in the domains of the knights of Santiago and

Calatrava. She entrusted the administration of these supplies to able and confidential persons. Some were

employed to collect the grain; others to take it to the mills; others to superintend the grinding and delivery;

and others to convey it to the camp. To every two hundred animals a muleteer was allotted to take charge of

them on the route. Thus great lines of convoys were in constant movement, traversing to and fro, guarded by

large bodies of troops to defend them from hovering parties of the Moors. Not a single day's intermission was

allowed, for the army depended upon the constant arrival of the supplies for daily food. The grain when

brought into the camp was deposited in an immense granary, and sold to the army at a fixed price, which was

Incredible were the expenses incurred in these supplies, but the queen had ghostly advisers thoroughly versed

in the art of getting at the resources of the country. Many worthy prelates opened the deep purses of the

Church, and furnished loans from the revenues of their dioceses and convents, and their pious contributions

were eventually rewarded by Providence a hundredfold. Merchants and other wealthy individuals, confident

of the punctual faith of the queen, advanced large sums on the security of her word; many noble families lent

their plate without waiting to be asked. The queen also sold certain annual rents in inheritance at great

sacrifices, assigning the revenues of towns and cities for the payment. Finding all this insufficient to satisfy

the enormous expenditure, she sent her gold and plate and all her jewels to the cities of Valencia and

Barcelona, where they were pledged for a great amount of money, which was immediately appropriated to

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Thus through the wonderful activity, judgment, and enterprise of this heroic and magnanimous woman a

great host, encamped in the heart of the warlike country accessible only over mountainroads, was

maintained in continual abundance. Nor was it supplied merely with the necessaries and comforts of life. The

powerful escorts drew merchants and artificers from all parts to repair, as if in caravans, to this great military

market. In a little while the camp abounded with tradesmen and artists of all kinds to administer to the luxury

and ostentation of the youthful chivalry. Here might be seen cunning artificers in steel and accomplished

armorers achieving those rare and sumptuous helmets and cuirasses, richly gilt, inlaid, and embossed, in

which the Spanish cavaliers delighted. Saddlers and harnessmakers and horsemilliners also were there,

whose tents glittered with gorgeous housings and caparisons. The merchants spread forth their sumptuous

silks, cloths, brocades, fine linen, and tapestry. The tents of the nobility were prodigally decorated with all

kinds of the richest stuffs and dazzled the eye with their magnificence, nor could the grave looks and grave

speeches of King Ferdinand prevent his youthful cavaliers from vying with each other in the splendor of their

While the Christian camp, thus gay and gorgeous, spread itself out like a holiday pageant before the walls of

Baza, while a long line of beasts of burden laden with provisions and luxuries were seen descending the

valley from morning till night, and pouring into the camp a continued stream of abundance, the unfortunate

garrison found their resources rapidly wasting away, and famine already began to pinch the peaceful part of

Cid Hiaya had acted with great spirit and valor as long as there was any prospect of success; but he began to

lose his usual fire and animation, and was observed to pace the walls of Baza with a pensive air, casting many

a wistful look toward the Christian camp, and sinking into profound reveries and cogitations. The veteran

alcayde, Mohammed Ibn Hassan, noticed these desponding moods, and endeavored to rally the spirits of the

prince. "The rainy season is at hand," would he cry; "the floods will soon pour down from the mountains; the

rivers will overflow their banks and inundate the valleys. The Christian king already begins to waver; he dare

not linger and encounter such a season in a plain cut up by canals and rivulets. A single wintry storm from

our mountains would wash away his canvas city and sweep off those gay pavilions like wreaths of snow

The prince Cid Hiaya took heart at these words, and counted the days as they passed until the stormy season

should commence. As he watched the Christian camp he beheld it one morning in universal commotion: there

was an unusual sound of hammers in every part, as if some new engines of war were constructing. At length,

to his astonishment, the walls and roofs of houses began to appear above the bulwarks. In a little while there

were above a thousand edifices of wood and plaster erected, covered with tiles taken from the demolished

towers of the orchards and bearing the pennons of various commanders and cavaliers, while the common

soldiery constructed huts of clay and branches of trees thatched with straw. Thus, to the dismay of the Moors,

within four days the light tents and gay pavilions which had whitened their hills and plains passed away like

summer clouds, and the unsubstantial camp assumed the solid appearance of a city laid out into streets and

squares. In the centre rose a large edifice which overlooked the whole, and the royal standard of Aragon and

Ferdinand had taken the sudden resolution thus to turn his camp into a city, partly to provide against the

approaching season, and partly to convince the Moors of his fixed determination to continue the siege. In

their haste to erect their dwellings, however, the Spanish cavaliers had not properly considered the nature of

the climate. For the greater part of the year there scarcely falls a drop of rain on the thirsty soil of Andalusia.

The ramblas, or dry channels of the torrents, remain deep and arid gashes and clefts in the sides of the

mountains; the perennial streams shrink up to mere threads of water, which, trickling down the bottoms of the

deep barrancas, or ravines, scarce feed and keep alive the rivers of the valleys. The rivers, almost lost in their

wide and naked beds, seem like thirsty rills winding in serpentine mazes through deserts of sand and stones,

and so shallow and tranquil in their course as to be forded in safety in almost every part. One autumnal

tempest, however, changes the whole face of nature: the clouds break in deluges among the vast congregation

of mountains; the ramblas are suddenly filled with raging floods; the tinkling rivulets swell to thundering

torrents that come roaring down from the mountains, tumbling great masses of rocks in their career. The late

meandering river spreads over its oncenaked bed, lashes its surges against the banks, and rushes like a wide

Scarcely had the Christians finished their slightly built edifices when an autumnal tempest of the kind came

scouring from the mountains. The camp was immediately overflowed. Many of the houses, undermined by

the floods or beaten by the rain, crumbled away and fell to the earth, burying man and beast beneath their

ruins. Several valuable lives were lost, and great numbers of horses and other animals perished. To add to the

distress and confusion of the camp, the daily supply of provisions suddenly ceased, for the rain had broken up

the roads and rendered the rivers impassable. A panic seized upon the army, for the cessation of a single day's

supply produced a scarcity of bread and provender. Fortunately, the rain was but transient: the torrents rushed

by and ceased; the rivers shrank back again to their narrow channels, and the convoys which had been

No sooner did Queen Isabella hear of this interruption of her supplies than, with her usual vigilance and

activity, she provided against its recurrence. She despatched six thousand footsoldiers, under the command

of experienced officers, to repair the roads and to make causeways and bridges for the distance of seven

Spanish leagues. The troops also who had been stationed in the mountains by the king to guard the defiles

made two paths, one for the convoys going to the camp, and the other for those returning, that they might not

meet and impede each other. The edifices which had been demolished by the late floods were rebuilt in a

firmer manner, and precautions were taken to protect the camp from future inundations.

When King Ferdinand beheld the ravage and confusion produced by a single autumnal storm, and bethought

him of all the maladies to which a besieging camp is exposed in inclement seasons, he began to feel his

compassion kindling for the suffering people of Baza, and an inclination to grant them more favorable terms.

He sent, therefore, several messages to the alcayde Mohammed Ibn Hassan offering liberty of person and

security of property for the inhabitants and large rewards for himself if he would surrender the city.

The veteran was not to be dazzled by the splendid offers of the monarch: he had received exaggerated

accounts of the damage done to the Christian camp by the late storm, and of the sufferings and discontents of

the army in consequence of the transient interruption of supplies: he considered the overtures of Ferdinand as

proofs of the desperate state of his affairs. "A little more patience, a little more patience," said the shrewd old

warrior, "and we shall see this cloud of Christian locusts driven away before the winter storms. When they

once turn their backs, it will be our turn to strike; and, with the help of Allah, the blow shall be decisive." He

sent a firm though courteous refusal to the Castilian monarch, and in the mean time animated his companions

to sally forth with more spirit than ever to attack the Spanish outposts and those laboring in the trenches. The

consequence was a daily occurrence of daring and bloody skirmishes that cost the lives of many of the

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In one of these sallies nearly three hundred horse and two thousand foot mounted the heights behind the city

to capture the Christians who were employed upon the works. They came by surprise upon a body of guards,

esquires of the count de Urena, killed some, put the rest to flight, and pursued them down the mountain until

they came in sight of a small force under the count de Tendilla and Gonsalvo of Cordova. The Moors came

rushing down with such fury that many of the men of the count de Tendilla took to flight. The count braced

his buckler, grasped his trusty weapon, and stood his ground with his accustomed prowess. Gonsalvo of

Cordova ranged himself by his side, and, marshalling the troops which remained with them, they made a

The infidels pressed them hard, and were gaining the advantage when Alonso de Aguilar, hearing of the

danger of his brother Gonsalvo, flew to his assistance, accompanied by the count of Urena and a body of their

troops. A fight ensued from cliff to cliff and glen to glen. The Moors were fewer in number, but excelled in

the dexterity and lightness requisite for scrambling skirmishes. They were at length driven from their

vantageground, and pursued by Alonso de Aguilar and his brother Gonsalvo to the very suburbs of the city,

Such was one of innumerable rough encounters daily taking place, in which many brave cavaliers were slain

without apparent benefit to either party. The Moors, notwithstanding repeated defeats and losses, continued to

sally forth daily with astonishing spirit and vigor, and the obstinacy of their defence seemed to increase with

The prince Cid Hiaya was ever foremost in these sallies, but grew daily more despairing of success. All the

money in the military chest was expended, and there was no longer wherewithal to pay the hired troops. Still,

the veteran Mohammed undertook to provide for this emergency. Summoning the principal inhabitants, he

represented the necessity of some exertion and sacrifice on their part to maintain the defence of the city. "The

enemy," said he, "dreads the approach of winter, and our perseverance drives him to despair. A little longer,

and he will leave you in quiet enjoyment of your homes and families. But our troops must be paid to keep

them in good heart. Our money is exhausted and all our supplies are cut off. It is impossible to continue our

Upon this the citizens consulted together, and collected all their vessels of gold and silver and brought them

to Mohammed. "Take these," said they, "and coin or sell or pledge them for money wherewith to pay the

troops." The women of Baza also were seized with generous emulation. "Shall we deck ourselves with

gorgeous apparel," said they, "when our country is desolate and its defenders in want of bread?" So they took

their collars and bracelets and anklets and other ornaments of gold, and all their jewels, and put them in the

hands of the veteran alcayde. "Take these spoils of our vanity," said they, "and let them contribute to the

defence of our homes and families. If Baza be delivered, we need no jewels to grace our rejoicing; and if

By these contributions was Mohammed enabled to pay the soldiery and carry on the defence of the city with

Tidings were speedily conveyed to King Ferdinand of this generous devotion on the part of the people of

Baza, and the hopes which the Moorish commanders gave them that the Christian army would soon abandon

the siege in despair. "They shall have a convincing proof of the fallacy of such hopes," said the politic

monarch: so he wrote forthwith to Queen Isabella praying her to come to the camp in state, with all her train

and retinue, and publicly to take up her residence there for the winter. By this means the Moors would be

convinced of the settled determination of the sovereigns to persist in the siege until the city should surrender,

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Mohammed Ibn Hassan still encouraged his companions with hopes that the royal army would soon

relinquish the siege, when they heard one day shouts of joy from the Christian camp and thundering salvos of

artillery. Word was brought at the same time, from the sentinels on the watchtowers, that a Christian army

was approaching down the valley. Mohammed and his fellowcommanders ascended one of the highest

towers of the walls, and beheld in truth a numerous force in shining array descending the hills, and heard the

As the host drew nearer they descried a stately dame magnificently attired, whom they soon discovered to be

the queen. She was riding on a mule the sumptuous trappings of which were resplendent with gold and

reached to the ground. On her right hand rode her daughter, the princess Isabella, equally splendid in her

array, and on her left the venerable grand cardinal of Spain. A noble train of ladies and cavaliers followed,

together with pages and esquires, and a numerous guard of hidalgos of high rank arrayed in superb armor.

When the veteran Mohammed beheld the queen thus arriving in state to take up her residence in the camp, he

shook his head mournfully, and, turning to his captains, "Cavaliers," said he, "the fate of Baza is decided."

The Moorish commanders remained gazing with a mingled feeling of grief and admiration at this magnificent

pageant, which foreboded the fall of their city. Some of the troops would have sallied forth on one of their

desperate skirmishes to attack the royal guard, but the prince Cid Hiaya forbade them; nor would he allow

any artillery to be discharged or any molestation or insult offered; for the character of Isabella was venerated

even by the Moors, and most of the commanders possessed that high and chivalrous courtesy which belongs

to heroic spirits, for they were among the noblest and bravest of the Moorish cavaliers.

The inhabitants of Baza eagerly sought every eminence that could command a view of the plain, and every

battlement and tower and mosque was covered with turbaned heads gazing at the glorious spectacle. They

beheld King Ferdinand issue forth in royal state, attended by the marques of Cadiz, the master of Santiago,

the duke of Alva, the admiral of Castile, and many other nobles of renown, while the whole chivalry of the

camp, sumptuously arrayed, followed in his train, and the populace rent the air with acclamations at the sight

When the sovereigns had met and embraced, the two hosts mingled together and entered the camp in martial

pomp, and the eyes of the infidel beholders were dazzled by the flash of armor, the splendor of golden

caparisons, the gorgeous display of silks, brocades, and velvets, of tossing plumes and fluttering banners.

There was at the same time a triumphant sound of drums and trumpets, clarions and sackbuts, mingled with

the sweet melody of the dulcimer, which came swelling in bursts of harmony that seemed to rise up to the

On the arrival of the queen (says the historian Hernando del Pulgar, who was present at the time) it was

marvellous to behold how all at once the rigor and turbulence of war were softened and the storm of passion

sank into a calm. The sword was sheathed, the crossbow no longer launched its deadly shafts, and the

artillery, which had hitherto kept up an incessant uproar, now ceased its thundering. On both sides there was

still a vigilant guard kept up; the sentinels bristled the walls of Baza with their lances, and the guards

patrolled the Christian camp, but there was no sallying forth to skirmish nor any wanton violence or

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*Many particulars of the scenes and occurrences at the siege of Baza are also furnished in the letters of the

Prince Cid Hiaya saw by the arrival of the queen that the Christians were determined to continue the siege,

and he knew that the city would have to capitulate. He had been prodigal of the lives of his soldiers as long as

he thought a military good was to be gained by the sacrifice; but he was sparing of their blood in a hopeless

cause, and weary of exasperating the enemy by an obstinate yet hopeless defence.

At the request of the prince a parley was granted, and the master commander of Leon, Don Gutierrez de

Cardenas, was appointed to confer with the veteran alcayde Mohammed. They met at an appointed place,

within view of both camp and city, attended by cavaliers of either army. Their meeting was highly courteous,

for they had learnt, from rough encounters in the field, to admire each other's prowess. The commander of

Leon in an earnest speech pointed out the hopelessness of any further defence, and warned Mohammed of the

ills which Malaga had incurred by its obstinacy. "I promise in the name of my sovereigns," said he, "that if

you surrender immediately the inhabitants shall be treated as subjects and protected in property, liberty, and

religion. If you refuse, you, who are now renowned as an able and judicious commander, will be chargeable

with the confiscations, captivities, and deaths which may be suffered by the people of Baza."

The commander ceased, and Mohammed returned to the city to consult with his companions. It was evident

that all further resistance was hopeless, but the Moorish commanders felt that a cloud might rest upon their

names should they, of their own discretion, surrender so important a place without its having sustained an

assault. Prince Cid Hiaya requested permission, therefore, to send an envoy to Guadix, with a letter to the old

monarch, El Zagal, treating of the surrender: the request was granted, a safe conduct assured to the envoy,

The old warriorking was seated in an inner chamber of the castle of Guadix, much cast down in spirit and

ruminating on his gloomy fortunes, when an envoy from Baza was announced, and the veteran alcayde

Mohammed stood before him. El Zagal saw disastrous tidings written in his countenance. "How fares it with

Baza ," said he, summoning up his spirits to the question. "Let this inform thee," replied Mohammed, and he

This letter spoke of the desperate situation of Baza, the impossibility of holding out longer without assistance

from El Zagal, and the favorable terms held out by the Castilian sovereigns. Had it been written by any other

person, El Zagal might have received it with distrust and indignation; but he confided in Cid Hiaya as in a

second self, and the words of his letter sank deep in his heart. When he had finished reading it, he sighed

deeply, and remained for some time lost in thought, with his head drooping upon his bosom. Recovering

himself at length, he called together the alfaquis and the old men of Guadix and solicited their advice. It was

sign of sore trouble of mind and dejection of heart when El Zagal sought the advice of others, but his fierce

courage was tamed, for he saw the end of his power approaching. The alfaquis and the old men did but

increase the distraction of his mind by a variety of counsel, none of which appeared of any avail, for unless

Baza were succored it was impossible that it should hold out; and every attempt to succor it had proved

ineffectual. El Zagal dismissed his council in despair, and summoned the veteran Mohammed before him.

"God is great," exclaimed he; "there is but one God, and Mahomet is his prophet! Return to my cousin, Cid

Hiaya; tell him it is out of my power to aid him; he must do as seems to him for the best. The people of Baza

have performed deeds worthy of immortal fame; I cannot ask them to encounter further ills and perils in

The reply of El Zagal determined the fate of the city. Cid Hiaya and his fellowcommanders capitulated, and

were granted the most favorable terms. The cavaliers and soldiers who had come from other parts to the

defence of the place were permitted to depart with their arms, horses, and effects. The inhabitants had their

choice either to depart with their property or dwell in the suburbs in the enjoyment of their religion and laws,

taking an oath of fealty to the sovereigns and paying the same tribute they had paid to the Moorish kings. The

city and citadel were to be delivered up in six days, within which period the inhabitants were to remove all

their effects; and in the mean time they were to place as hostages fifteen Moorish youths, sons of the

principal inhabitants, in the hands of the commander of Leon. When Cid Hiaya and the alcayde Mohammed

came to deliver up the hostages, among whom were the sons of the latter, they paid homage to the king and

queen, who received them with the utmost courtesy and kindness, and ordered magnificent presents to be

given to them, and likewise to the other Moorish cavaliers, consisting of money, robes, horses, and other

The prince Cid Hiaya was so captivated by the grace, the dignity, and generosity of Isabella and the princely

courtesy of Ferdinand that he vowed never again to draw his sword against such magnanimous sovereigns.

The queen, charmed with his gallant bearing and his animated professions of devotion, assured him that,

having him on her side, she already considered the war terminated which had desolated the kingdom of

Mighty and irresistible are words of praise from the lips of sovereigns. Cid Hiaya was entirely subdued by

this fair speech from the illustrious Isabella. His heart burned with a sudden flame of loyalty toward the

sovereigns. He begged to be enrolled amongst the most devoted of their subjects, and in the fervor of his

sudden zeal engaged not merely to dedicate his sword to their service, but to exert all his influence, which

was great, in persuading his cousin, Muley Abdallah el Zagal, to surrender the cities of Guadix and Almeria

and to give up all further hostilities. Nay, so powerful was the effect produced upon his mind by his

conversation with the sovereigns that it extended even to his religion; for he became immediately enlightened

as to the heathenish abominations of the vile sect of Mahomet, and struck with the truths of Christianity as

illustrated by such powerful monarchs. He consented, therefore, to be baptized and to be gathered into the

fold of the Church. The pious Agapida indulges in a triumphant strain of exultation on the sudden and

surprising conversion of this princely infidel: he considers it one of the greatest achievements of the Catholic

sovereigns, and indeed one of the marvellous occurrences of this holy war. "But it is given to saints and pious

monarchs," says he, "to work miracles in the cause of the faith; and such did the most Catholic Ferdinand in

Some of the Arabian writers have sought to lessen the wonder of this miracle by alluding to great revenues

granted to the prince and his heirs by the Castilian monarchs, together with a territory in Marchena, with

towns, lands, and vassals; but in this (says Agapida) we only see a wise precaution of King Ferdinand to

clinch and secure the conversion of his proselyte. The policy of the Catholic monarch was at all times equal

to his piety. Instead also of vaunting of this great conversion and making a public parade of the entry of the

prince into the Church, King Ferdinand ordered that the baptism should be performed in private and kept a

profound secret. He feared that Cid Hiaya might otherwise be denounced as an apostate and abhorred and

abandoned by the Moors, and thus his influence destroyed in bringing the war to a speedy termination.*

The veteran Mohammed Ibn Hassan was likewise won by the magnanimity and munificence of the Castilian

sovereigns, and entreated to be received into their service; and his example was followed by many other

Moorish cavaliers, whose services were generously accepted and magnificently rewarded.

Thus; after a siege of six months and twenty days, the city of Baza surrendered on the 4th of December, 1489,

the festival of the glorious Santa Barbara, who is said in the Catholic calendar to preside over thunder and

lightning, fire and gunpowder, and all kinds of combustious explosions. The king and queen made their

solemn and triumphant entry on the following day, and the public joy was heightened by the sight of upward

of five hundred Christian captives, men, women, and children, delivered from the Moorish dungeons.

The loss of the Christians in this siege amounted to twenty thousand men, of whom seventeen thousand died

of disease, and not a few of mere colda kind of death (says the historian Mariana) peculiarly

uncomfortable; but (adds the venerable Jesuit) as these latter were chiefly people of ignoble rank,

The surrender of Baza was followed by that of Almunecar, Tavernas, and most of the fortresses of the

Alpuxarras mountains; the inhabitants hoped by prompt and voluntary submission to secure equally favorable

terms with those granted to the captured city, and the alcaydes to receive similar rewards to those lavished on

its commanders; nor were either of them disappointed. The inhabitants were permitted to remain as

mudexares in the quiet enjoyment of their property and religion; and as to the alcaydes, when they came to

the camp to render up their charges they were received by Ferdinand with distinguished favor, and rewarded

with presents of money in proportion to the importance of the places they had commanded. Care was taken

by the politic monarch, however, not to wound their pride nor shock their delicacy; so these sums were paid

under color of arrears due to them for their services to the former government. Ferdinand had conquered by

dint of sword in the earlier part of the war, but he found gold as potent as steel in this campaign of Baza.

With several of these mercenary chieftains came one named Ali Aben Fahar, a seasoned warrior who had

held many important commands. He was a Moor of a lofty, stern, and melancholy aspect, and stood silent and

apart while his companions surrendered their several fortresses and retired laden with treasure. When it came

to his turn to speak, he addressed the sovereigns with the frankness of a soldier, but with the tone of dejection

"I am a Moor," said he, "and of Moorish lineage, and am alcayde of the fair towns and castles of Purchena

and Paterna. These were entrusted to me to defend, but those who should have stood by me have lost all

strength and courage and seek only for security. These fortresses, therefore, most potent sovereigns, are yours

Large sums of gold were immediately ordered by Ferdinand to be delivered to the alcayde as a recompense

for so important a surrender. The Moor, however, put back the gift with a firm and dignified demeanor. "I

came not," said he, "to sell what is not mine, but to yield what fortune has made yours; and Your Majesties

may rest assured that had I been properly seconded death would have been the price at which I would have

The Castilian monarchs were struck with the lofty and loyal spirit of the Moor, and desired to engage a man

of such fidelity in their service; but the proud Moslem could not be induced to serve the enemies of his nation

"Is there nothing, then," said Queen Isabella, "that we can do to gratify thee, and to prove to thee our

regard?""Yes," replied the Moor; "I have left behind me, in the towns and valleys which I have

surrendered, many of my unhappy countrymen, with their wives and children, who cannot tear themselves

from their native abodes. Give me your royal word that they shall be protected in the peaceable enjoyment of

their religion and their homes.""We promise it," said Isabella; "they shall dwell in peace and security. But

for thyself what dost thou ask for thyself?""Nothing," replied Ali, "but permission to pass unmolested

The Castilian monarchs would fain have forced upon him gold and silver and superb horses richly

caparisoned, not as rewards, but as marks of personal esteem; but Ali Aben Fahar declined all presents and

distinctions, as if he thought it criminal to flourish individually during a time of public distress, and disdained

Having received a royal passport, he gathered together his horses and servants, his armor and weapons, and

all his warlike effects, bade adieu to his weeping countrymen with a brow stamped with anguish, but without

shedding a tear, and, mounting his Barbary steed, turned his back upon the delightful valleys of his conquered

country, departing on his lonely way to seek a soldier's fortune amidst the burning sands of Africa.*

Evil tidings never fail by the way through lack of messengers: they are wafted on the wings of the wind, and

it is as if the very birds of the air would bear them to the ear of the unfortunate. The old king El Zagal buried

himself in the recesses of his castle to hide himself from the light of day, which no longer shone prosperously

upon him, but every hour brought missives thundering at the gate with the tale of some new disaster. Fortress

after fortress had laid its keys at the feet of the Christian sovereigns: strip after strip of warrior mountain and

green fruitful valleys was torn from his domains and added to the territories of the conquerors. Scarcely a

remnant remained to him, except a tract of the Alpuxarras and the noble cities of Guadix and Almeria. No

one any longer stood in awe of the fierce old monarch; the terror of his frown had declined with his power.

He had arrived at that state of adversity when a man's friends feel emboldened to tell him hard truths and to

give him unpalatable advice, and when his spirit is bowed down to listen quietly if not meekly.

El Zagal was seated on his divan, his whole spirit absorbed in rumination on the transitory nature of human

glory, when his kinsman and brotherinlaw, the prince Cid Hiaya, was announced. That illustrious convert

to the true faith and the interests of the conquerors of his country had hastened to Guadix with all the fervor

of a new proselyte, eager to prove his zeal in the service of Heaven and the Castilian sovereigns by

Cid Hiaya still bore the guise of a Moslem, for his conversion was as yet a secret. The stern heart of El Zagal

softened at beholding the face of a kinsman in this hour of adversity. He folded his cousin to his bosom, and

gave thanks to Allah that amidst all his troubles he had still a friend and counsellor on whom he might rely.

Cid Hiaya soon entered upon the real purpose of his mission. He represented to El Zagal the desperate state

of affairs and the irretrievable decline of Moorish power in the kingdom of Granada. "Fate," said he, "is

against our arms; our ruin is written in the heavens. Remember the prediction of the astrologers at the birth of

your nephew Boabdil. We hoped that their prediction was accomplished by his capture at Lucena; but it is

now evident that the stars portended not a temporary and passing reverse of the kingdom, but a final

overthrow. The constant succession of disasters which have attended our efforts show that the sceptre of

Granada is doomed to pass into the hands of the Christian monarchs. Such," concluded the prince

emphatically, and with a profound and pious reverence,"such is the almighty will of God."

El Zagal listened to these words in mute attention, without so much as moving a muscle of his face or

winking an eyelid. When the prince had concluded he remained for a long time silent and pensive; at length,

heaving a profound sigh from the very bottom of his heart, "Alahuma subahana hu!" exclaimed he"the will

of God be done! Yes, my cousin, it is but too evident that such is the will of Allah; and what he wills he fails

not to accomplish. Had not he decreed the fall of Granada, this arm and this scimetar would have maintained

"What then remains," said Cid Hiaya, "but to draw the most advantage from the wreck of empire left to you?

To persist in a war is to bring complete desolation upon the land and ruin and death upon its faithful

inhabitants. Are you disposed to yield up your remaining towns to your nephew El Chico, that they may

augment his power and derive protection from his alliance with the Christian sovereigns?"

The eye of El Zagal flashed fire at this suggestion. He grasped the hilt of his scimetar and gnashed his teeth in

fury. "Never," cried he, "will I make terms with that recreant and slave. Sooner would I see the banners of the

Christian monarchs floating above my walls than they should add to the possessions of the vassal Boabdil!"

Cid Hiaya immediately seized upon this idea, and urged El Zagal to make a frank and entire surrender.

"Trust," said he, "to the magnanimity of the Castilian sovereigns; they will doubtless grant you high and

honorable terms. It is better to yield to them as friends what they must infallibly and before long wrest from

''Alahuma subahana hu!" repeated El Zagal"the will of God be done!" So the old monarch bowed his

haughty neck and agreed to surrender his territories to the enemies of his faith, rather than suffer them to

Cid Hiaya now returned to Baza, empowered by El Zagal to treat on his behalf with the Christian sovereigns.

The prince felt a species of exultation as he expatiated on the rich relics of empire which he was authorized to

cede. There was a great part of that line of mountains extending from the metropolis to the Mediterranean

Sea, with their series of beautiful green valleys like precious emeralds set in a golden chain. Above all, there

were Guadix and Almeria, two of the most inestimable jewels in the crown of Granada.

In return for these possessions and for the claim of El Zagal to the rest of the kingdom the sovereigns

received him into their friendship and alliance, and gave him in perpetual inheritance the territory of Andarax

and the valley of Alhaurin in the Alpuxarras, with the fourth part of the salinas or saltpits of Malaha. He was

to enjoy the title of king of Andarax, with two thousand mudexares, or conquered Moors, for subjects, and his

revenues were to be made up to the sum of four millions of maravedis. All these he was to hold as a vassal of

These arrangements being made, Cid Hiaya returned with them to Muley Abdallah, and it was concerted that

On the 17th of December, King Ferdinand departed for that city. Cid Hiaya and his principal officers,

incorporated with a division commanded by the count de Tendilla, marched in the vanguard. The king was

with the centre of the army, and the queen with the rearguard. In this martial state Ferdinand passed by

several of the newlyacquired towns, exulting in these trophies of his policy rather than his valor. In

traversing the mountainous region which extends toward the Mediterranean the army suffered exceedingly

from raging vandavales, or southwest gales, accompanied by snowstorms. Several of the soldiers and

many horses and beasts perished with the cold. One of the divisions under the marques of Cadiz found it

impossible to traverse in one day the frozen summits of Filabres, and had to pass the night in those inclement

regions. The marques caused two immense fires to be kindled in the vicinity of his encampment to guide and

enlighten those lost and wandering among the defiles, and to warm those who were benumbed and almost

The king halted at Tavernas, to collect his scattered troops and give them time to breathe after the hardships

On the 21st of December the king arrived and encamped in the vicinity of Almeria. Understanding that El

Zagal was sallying forth to pay him homage according to appointment, he mounted on horseback and rode

forth to receive him, attended by Don Alonso de Cardenas, master of Santiago, on his right hand, and the

marques of Cadiz on his left, and despatched in the advance Don Gutierrez de Cardenas, commander of Leon,

and other cavaliers to meet and form an honorable escort to the Moorish monarch. With this escort went that

El Zagal was accompanied by twelve cavaliers on horseback, among whom was his cousin, the prince Cid

Hiaya (who had no doubt joined him from the Spanish camp), and the brave Reduan Vanegas. Peter Martyr

declares that the appearance of El Zagal touched him with compassion, for, though a "lawless barbarian, he

was a king and had given signal proofs of heroism." The historian Palencia gives us a particular description

of his appearance. He was, says he, of elevated stature and well proportioned, neither robust nor meagre; the

natural fairness of his countenance was increased by an extreme paleness which gave it a melancholy

expression. His aspect was grave; his movements were quiet, noble, and dignified. He was modestly attired in

a garb of mourninga sayo, or loose surcoat, of dark cloth, a simple albornoz or Moorish mantle, and a

On being met by the commander, Gutierrez de Cardenas, El Zagal saluted him courteously, as well as the

cavaliers who accompanied him, and rode on, conversing with him through the medium of interpreters.

Beholding King Ferdinand and his splendid train at a distance, he alighted and advanced toward him on foot.

The punctilious Ferdinand, supposing this voluntary act of humiliation had been imposed by Don Gutierrez,

told that cavalier, with some asperity, that it was an act of great discourtesy to cause a vanquished king to

alight before another king who was victorious. At the same time he made him signs to remount his horse and

place himself by his side. El Zagal, persisting in his act of homage, offered to kiss the king's hand, but, being

prevented by that monarch, he kissed his own hand, as the Moorish cavaliers were accustomed to do in

presence of their sovereigns, and accompanied the gesture by a few words expressive of obedience and fealty.

Ferdinand replied in a gracious and amiable manner, and, causing him to remount and place himself on his

left hand, they proceeded, followed by the whole train, to the royal pavilion pitched in the most conspicuous

There a banquet was served up to the two kings according to the rigorous style and etiquette of the Spanish

court. They were seated in two chairs of state under the same canopy, El Zagal on the left hand of Ferdinand.

The cavaliers and courtiers admitted to the royal pavilion remained standing. The count de Tendilla served

the viands to King Ferdinand in golden dishes, and the count Cifuentes gave him to drink out of cups of the

same precious metal; Don Alvaro Bazan and Garcilasso de la Vega performed the same offices, in similar

The banquet ended, El Zagal took courteous leave of Ferdinand, and sallied from the pavilion attended by the

cavaliers who had been present. Each of these now made himself known to the old monarch by his name,

title, or dignity, and each received an affable gesture in reply. They would all have escorted the old king back

to the gates of Almeria, but he insisted on their remaining in the camp, and with difficulty could be persuaded

upon to accept the honorable attendance of the marques of Villena, the commander, Don Gutierrez de

On the following morning (22d December) the troops were all drawn out in splendid array in front of the

camp, awaiting the signal of the formal surrender of the city. This was given at midday, when the gates were

thrown open and a corps marched in, led by Don Gutierrez de Cardenas, who had been appointed governor.

In a little while the gleam of Christian warriors was seen on the walls and bulwarks; the blessed cross was

planted in place of the standard of Mahomet, and the banner of the sovereigns floated triumphantly above the

Alcazar. At the same time a numerous deputation of alfaquis and the noblest and wealthiest inhabitants of the

On the 23d of December the king himself entered the city with grand military and religious pomp, and

repaired to the mosque of the castle, which had previously been purified and sanctified and converted into a

Christian temple: here grand mass was performed in solemn celebration of this great triumph of the faith.

These ceremonies were scarcely completed when joyful notice was given of the approach of the queen

Isabella with the rearguard of the army. She came accompanied by the princess Isabella, and attended by her

ghostly counsellor the cardinal Mendoza and her confessor Talavera. The king sallied forth to meet her,

accompanied by El Zagal, and it is said the reception of the latter by the queen was characterized by the

The surrender of Almeria was followed by that of Almunecar, Salobrena, and other fortified places of the

coast and the interior, and detachments of Christian troops took quiet possession of the Alpuxarras mountains

*Cura de los Palacios, cap. 93, 94; Pulgar, Cron., part 3, cap. 124; Garibay, Comp. Hist., lib. 18, cap. 37, etc.

Who can tell when to rejoice in this fluctuating world? Every wave of prosperity has its reacting surge, and

we are often overwhelmed by the very billow on which we thought to be wafted into the haven of our hopes.

When Yusef Aben Comixa, the vizier of Boabdil, surnamed El Chico, entered the royal saloon of the

Alhambra and announced the capitulation of El Zagal, the heart of the youthful monarch leaped for joy. His

great wish was accomplished; his uncle was defeated and dethroned, and he reigned without a rival, sole

monarch of Granada. At length he was about to enjoy the fruits of his humiliation and vassalage. He beheld

his throne fortified by the friendship and alliance of the Castilian monarchs; there could be no question,

therefore, of its stability. "Allah Akbar! God is great!" exclaimed he. "Rejoice with me, O Yusef; the stars

In the first moment of his exultation Boabdil would have ordered public rejoicings, but the shrewd Yusef

shook his head. "The tempest has ceased from one point of the heavens," said he, "but it may begin to rage

from another. A troubled sea is beneath us, and we are surrounded by rocks and quicksands: let my lord the

king defer rejoicings until all has settled into a calm." El Chico, however, could not remain tranquil in this

day of exultation: he ordered his steed to be sumptuously caparisoned, and, issuing out of the gate of the

Alhambra, descended, with glittering retinue, along the avenue of trees and fountains, into the city to receive

the acclamations of the populace. As he entered the great square of the Vivarrambla he beheld crowds of

people in violent agitation, but as he approached what was his surprise to hear groans and murmurs and bursts

of execration! The tidings had spread through Granada that Muley Abdallah el Zagal had been driven to

capitulate, and that all his territories had fallen into the hands of the Christians. No one had inquired into the

particulars, but all Granada had been thrown into a ferment of grief and indignation. In the heat of the

moment old Muley was extolled to the skies as a patriot prince who had fought to the last for the salvation of

his countryas a mirror of monarchs, scorning to compromise the dignity of his crown by any act of

vassalage. Boabdil, on the contrary, had looked on exultingly at the hopeless yet heroic struggle of his uncle;

he had rejoiced in the defeat of the faithful and the triumph of unbelievers; he had aided in the

dismemberment and downfall of the empire. When they beheld him riding forth in gorgeous state on what

they considered a day of humiliation for all true Moslems, they could not contain their rage, and amidst the

clamors that met his ears Boabdil more than once heard his name coupled with the epithets of traitor and

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Shocked and discomfited, the youthful monarch returned in confusion to the Alhambra, shut himself up

within its innermost courts, and remained a kind of voluntary prisoner until the first burst of popular feeling

should subside. He trusted that it would soon pass away that the people would be too sensible of the sweets

of peace to repine at the price at which it was obtained; at any rate, he trusted to the strong friendship of the

The first missives from the politic Ferdinand showed Boabdil the value of his friendship. The Christian

monarch reminded him of a treaty which he had made when captured in the city of Loxa. By this he had

engaged that in case the Catholic sovereigns should capture the cities of Guadix, Baza, and Almeria he would

surrender Granada into their hands within a limited time, and accept in exchange certain Moorish towns to be

held by him as their vassal. Guadix, Baza, and Almeria had now fallen; Ferdinand called upon him, therefore,

If the unfortunate Boabdil had possessed the will, he had not the power to comply with this demand. He was

shut up in the Alhambra, while a tempest of popular fury raged without. Granada was thronged by refugees

from the captured towns, many of them disbanded soldiers, and others brokendown citizens rendered fierce

and desperate by ruin. All railed at him as the real cause of their misfortunes. How was he to venture forth in

such a storm? Above all, how was he to talk to such men of surrender? In his reply to Ferdinand he

represented the difficulties of his situation, and that, so far from having control over his subjects, his very life

was in danger from their turbulence. He entreated the king, therefore, to rest satisfied for the present with his

recent conquests, promising that should he be able to regain full empire over his capital and its inhabitants, it

Ferdinand was not to be satisfied with such a reply. The time was come to bring his game of policy to a close,

and to consummate his conquest by seating himself on the throne of the Alhambra. Professing to consider

Boabdil as a faithless ally who had broken his plighted word, he discarded him from his friendship, and

addressed a second letter, not to him, but to the commanders and council of the city. He demanded a

complete surrender of the place, with all the arms in the possession either of the citizens or of others who had

recently taken refuge within its walls. If the inhabitants should comply with this summons, he promised them

the indulgent terms granted to Baza, Guadix, and Almeria; if they should refuse, he threatened them with the

This message produced the greatest commotion in the city. The inhabitants of the Alcaiceria, that busy hive

of traffic, and all others who had tasted the sweets of gainful commerce during the late cessation of

hostilities, were for securing their golden advantages by timely submission: others, who had wives and

children, looked on them with tenderness and solicitude, and dreaded by resistance to bring upon them the

On the other hand, Granada was crowded with men from all parts, ruined by the war, exasperated by their

sufferings, and eager only for revengewith others who had been reared amidst hostilities, who had lived by

the sword, and whom a return of peace would leave without home or hope. Besides these, there were others

no less fiery and warlike in disposition, but animated by a loftier spirit. These were valiant and haughty

cavaliers of the old chivalrous lineages, who had inherited a deadly hatred to the Christians from a long line

of warrior ancestors, and to whom the idea was worse than death that Granadaillustrious Granada, for ages

Among these cavaliers the most eminent was Muza Abul Gazan. He was of royal lineage, of a proud and

generous nature, and a form combining manly strength and beauty. None could excel him in the management

of the horse and dextrous use of all kinds of weapons: his gracefulness and skill in the tourney were the

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theme of praise among the Moorish dames, and his prowess in the field had made him the terror of the

enemy. He had long repined at the timid policy of Boabdil, and endeavored to counteract its enervating

effects and keep alive the martial spirit of Granada. For this reason he had promoted jousts and tiltings with

the reed, and all those other public games which bear the semblance of war. He endeavored also to inculcate

into his companionsinarms those high chivalrous sentiments which lead to valiant and magnanimous

deeds, but which are apt to decline with the independence of a nation. The generous efforts of Muza had been

in a great measure successful: he was the idol of the youthful cavaliers; they regarded him as a mirror of

When Muza heard the demand of Ferdinand that they should deliver up their arms, his eye flashed fire. "Does

the Christian king think that we are old men," said he, "and that staffs will suffice us? or that we are women,

and can be contented with distaffs? Let him know that a Moor is born to the spear and scimetarto career

the steed, bend the bow, and launch the javelin: deprive him of these, and you deprive him of his nature. If

the Christian king desires our arms, let him come and win them, but let him win them dearly. For my part,

sweeter were a grave beneath the walls of Granada, on the spot I had died to defend, than the richest couch

The words of Muza were received with enthusiastic shouts by the warlike part of the populace. Granada once

more awoke, as a warrior shaking off a disgraceful lethargy. The commanders and council partook of the

public excitement, and despatched a reply to the Christian sovereigns, declaring that they would suffer death

When King Ferdinand received the defiance of the Moors, he made preparations for bitter hostilities. The

winter season did not admit of an immediate campaign; he contented himself, therefore, with throwing strong

garrisons into all his towns and fortresses in the neighborhood of Granada, and gave the command of all the

frontier of Jaen to Inigo Lopez de Mendoza, count of Tendilla, who had shown such consummate vigilance

and address in maintaining the dangerous post of Alhama. This renowned veteran established his

headquarters in the mountaincity of Alcala la Real, within eight leagues of the city of Granada and

In the mean time, Granada resounded with the stir of war. The chivalry of the nation had again control of its

councils, and the populace, having once more resumed their weapons, were anxious to wipe out the disgrace

Muza Abul Gazan was the soul of action. He commanded the cavalry, which he had disciplined with

uncommon skill; he was surrounded by the noblest youths of Granada, who had caught his own generous and

martial fire and panted for the field, while the common soldiers, devoted to his person, were ready to follow

him in the most desperate enterprises. He did not allow their courage to cool for want of action. The gates of

Granada once more poured forth legions of light scouring cavalry, which skirred the country up to the very

gates of the Christian fortresses, sweeping off flocks and herds. The name of Muza became formidable

throughout the frontier; he had many encounters with the enemy in the rough passes of the mountains, in

which the superior lightness and dexterity of his cavalry gave him the advantage. The sight of his glistening

legion returning across the Vega with long cavalgadas of booty was hailed by the Moors as a revival of their

ancient triumphs; but when they beheld Christian banners borne into their gates as trophies, the exultation of

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The winter passed away, the spring advanced, yet Ferdinand delayed to take the field. He knew the city of

Granada to be too strong and populous to be taken by assault, and too full of provisions to be speedily

reduced by siege. "We must have patience and perseverance," said the politic monarch; "by ravaging the

country this year we shall produce a scarcity the next, and then the city may be invested with effect."

An interval of peace, aided by the quick vegetation of a prolific soil and happy climate, had restored the Vega

to all its luxuriance and beauty; the green pastures on the borders of the Xenil were covered with flocks and

herds; the blooming orchards gave promise of abundant fruit, and the open plain was waving with ripening

corn. The time was at hand to put in the sickle and reap the golden harvest, when suddenly a torrent of war

came sweeping down from the mountains, and Ferdinand, with an army of five thousand horse and twenty

thousand foot, appeared before the walls of Granada. He had left the queen and princess at the fortress of

Moclin, and came attended by the duke of Medina Sidonia, the marques of Cadiz, the marques de Villena, the

counts of Urena and Cabra, Don Alonso de Aguilar, and other renowned cavaliers. On this occasion he for

the first time led his son, Prince Juan, into the field, and bestowed upon him the dignity of knighthood. As if

to stimulate him to grand achievements, the ceremony took place on the banks of the grand canal almost

beneath the embattled walls of that warlike city, the object of such daring enterprises, and in the midst of that

famous Vega, the field of so many chivalrous exploits. Above them shone resplendent the red towers of the

Alhambra, rising from amidst delicious groves, with the standard of Mahomet waving defiance to the

The duke of Medina Sidonia and Roderigo Ponce de Leon, marques of Cadiz, were sponsors, and all the

chivalry of the camp was assembled on the occasion. The prince, after he was knighted, bestowed the same

honor on several youthful cavaliers of high rank, just entering, like himself, on the career of arms.

Ferdinand did not loiter in carrying his desolating plans into execution. He detached parties in every direction

to lay waste the country: villages were sacked, burnt, and destroyed, and the lovely Vega was once more laid

waste with fire and sword. The ravage was carried so close to Granada that the city was wrapped in the

smoke of its gardens and hamlets. The dismal cloud rolled up the hill and hung about the towers of the

Alhambra, where the unfortunate Boabdil still remained shut up from the indignation of his subjects. The

hapless monarch smote his breast as he looked down from his mountainpalace on the desolation effected by

his late ally. He dared not even show himself in arms among the populace, for they cursed him as the cause of

The Moors, however, did not suffer the Christians to carry on their ravages unmolested, as in former years.

Muza incited them to incessant sallies. He divided his cavalry into small squadrons, each led by a daring

commander. They were taught to hover round the Christian camp; to harass it from various and opposite

quarters, cutting off convoys and straggling detachments; to waylay the army in its ravaging expeditions,

lurking among rocks and passes of the mountains or in hollows and thickets of the plain, and practising a

The Christian army had one day spread itself out rather unguardedly in its foraging about the Vega. As the

troops commanded by the marques of Villena approached the skirts of the mountains, they beheld a number

of Moorish peasants hastily driving a herd of cattle into a narrow glen. The soldiers, eager for booty, pressed

in pursuit of them. Scarcely had they entered the glen when shouts arose from every side, and they were

furiously attacked by an ambuscade of horse and foot. Some of the Christians took to flight; others stood their

ground and fought valiantly. The Moors had the vantageground; some showered darts and arrows from the

cliffs of the rocks, others fought hand to hand on the plain, while their cavalry carried havoc and confusion

The marques de Villena, with his brother, Don Alonso de Pacheco, at the first onset of the Moors spurred into

the hottest of the fight. They had scarce entered when Don Alonso was struck lifeless from his horse before

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the eyes of his brother. Estevan Luzon, a gallant captain, fell fighting bravely by the side of the marques, who

remained, with his chamberlain Soler and a handful of knights, surrounded by the enemy. Several cavaliers

from other parts of the army hastened to their assistance, when King Ferdinand, seeing that the Moors had the

vantageground and that the Christians were suffering severely, gave signal for retreat. The marques obeyed

slowly and reluctantly, for his heart was full of grief and rage at the death of his brother. As he was retiring

he beheld his faithful chamberlain Soler defending himself valiantly against six Moors. The marques turned

and rushed to his rescue; he killed two of the enemy with his own hand and put the rest to flight. One of the

Moors, however, in retreating, rose in his stirrups, and, hurling his lance at the marques, wounded him in the

*In consequence of this wound the marques was ever after obliged to write his signature with his left hand,

though capable of managing his lance with his right. The queen one day demanded of him why he had

adventured his life for that of a domestic? "Does not Your Majesty think," replied he, "that I ought to risk one

life for him who would have adventured three for me had he possessed them?" The queen was charmed with

the magnanimity of the reply, and often quoted the marques as setting an heroic example to the chivalry of

Such was one of the many ambuscadoes concerted by Muza; nor did he hesitate at times to present a bold

front to the Christian forces and defy them in the open field. Ferdinand soon perceived, however, that the

Moors seldom provoked a battle without having the advantage of the ground, and that, though the Christians

generally appeared to have the victory, they suffered the greatest loss; for retreating was a part of the Moorish

system by which they would draw their pursuers into confusion, and then turn upon them with a more violent

and fatal attack. He commanded his captains, therefore, to decline all challenges to skirmish, and pursue a

secure system of destruction, ravaging the country and doing all possible injury to the enemy with slight risk

About two leagues from Granada, on an eminence commanding an extensive view of the Vega, stood the

strong Moorish castle of Roma. Hither the neighboring peasantry drove their flocks and herds and hurried

with their most precious effects on the irruption of a Christian force, and any foraging or skirmishing party

from Granada, on being intercepted in their return, threw themselves into Roma, manned its embattled

towers, and set the enemy at defiance. The garrison were accustomed to have parties of Moors clattering up

to their gates so hotly pursued that there was barely time to throw open the portal, receive them within, and

shut out their pursuers; while the Christian cavaliers had many a time reined up their panting steeds at the

very entrance of the barbican, and retired, cursing the strong walls of Roma that robbed them of their prey.

The late ravages of Ferdinand and the continual skirmishings in the Vega had roused the vigilance of the

castle. One morning early, as the sentinels kept watch upon the battlements, they beheld a cloud of dust

advancing rapidly from a distance: turbans and Moorish weapons soon caught their eyes, and as the whole

approached they descried a drove of cattle urged on in great haste and convoyed by one hundred and fifty

When the cavalgada arrived near the castle, a Moorish cavalier of noble and commanding mien and splendid

attire rode up to the foot of the tower and entreated admittance. He stated that they were returning with rich

booty from a foray into the lands of the Christians, but that the enemy was on their traces, and they feared to

be overtaken before they could reach Granada. The sentinels descended in all haste and flung open the gates.

The long cavalgada defiled into the courts of the castle, which were soon filled with bleating and lowing

flocks and herds, with neighing and stamping steeds, and with fiercelooking Moors from the mountains. The

cavalier who had asked admission was the chief of the party; he was somewhat advanced in life, of a lofty

and gallant bearing, and had with him a son, a young man of great spirit and fire. Close by them followed the

The soldiers of the garrison had roused themselves from their sleep, and were busily occupied attending to

the cattle which crowded the courts, while the foraging party distributed themselves about the castle to seek

refreshment or repose. Suddenly a shout arose that was echoed from courtyard and hall and battlement. The

garrison, astonished and bewildered, would have rushed to their arms, but found themselves, almost before

The pretended foraging party consisted of mudexares, or Moors tributary to the Christians, and the

commanders were the prince Cid Hiaya and his son Alnayar. They had hastened from the mountains with this

small force to aid the Catholic sovereigns during the summer's campaign, and had concerted to surprise this

important castle and present it to King Ferdinand as a gage of their faith and the first fruits of their devotion.

The politic monarch overwhelmed his new converts and allies with favors and distinctions in return for this

important acquisition, but he took care to despatch a strong force of veteran and genuine Christian troops to

As to the Moors who had composed the garrison, Cid Hiaya remembered that they were his countrymen, and

could not prevail upon himself to deliver them into Christian bondage. He set them at liberty, and permitted

them to repair to Granada"a proof," says the pious Agapida, "that his conversion was not entirely

consummated, but that there were still some lingerings of the infidel in his heart." His lenity was far from

procuring him indulgence in the opinions of his countrymen; on the contrary, the inhabitants of Granada,

when they learnt from the liberated garrison the stratagem by which Roma had been captured, cursed Cid

But the indignation of the people of Granada was destined to be roused to tenfold violence. The old warrior

Muley Abdallah el Zagal had retired to his little mountainterritory, and for a short time endeavored to

console himself with his petty title of king of Andarax. He soon grew impatient, however, of the quiet and

inaction of his mimic kingdom. His fierce spirit was exasperated by being shut up within such narrow limits,

and his hatred rose to downright fury against Boabdil, whom he considered as the cause of his downfall.

When tidings were brought him that King Ferdinand was laying waste the Vega, he took a sudden resolution.

Assembling the whole disposable force of his kingdom, which amounted but to two hundred men, he

descended from the Alpuxarras and sought the Christian camp, content to serve as a vassal the enemy of his

faith and his nation, so that he might see Granada wrested from the sway of his nephew.

In his blind passion the old wrathful monarch injured his cause and strengthened the cause of his adversary.

The Moors of Granada had been clamorous in his praise, extolling him as a victim to his patriotism, and had

refused to believe all reports of his treaty with the Christians; but when they beheld from the walls of the city

his banner mingling with the banners of the unbelievers and arrayed against his late people and the capital he

Their next emotion, of course, was in favor of Boabdil. They gathered under the walls of the Alhambra and

hailed him as their only hope, as the sole dependence of the country. Boabdil could scarcely believe his

senses when he heard his name mingled with praises and greeted with acclamations. Encouraged by this

unexpected gleam of popularity, he ventured forth from his retreat and was received with rapture. All his past

errors were attributed to the hardships of his fortune and the usurpation of his tyrant uncle, and whatever

breath the populace could spare from uttering curses on El Zagal was expended in shouts in honor of El

For thirty days had the Vega been overrun by the Christian forces, and that vast plain, late so luxuriant and

beautiful, was one wide scene of desolation. The destroying army, having accomplished its task, passed over

the bridge of Pinos and wound up into the mountains on the way to Cordova, bearing away the spoils of

towns and villages and driving off flocks and herds in long dusty columns. The sound of the last Christian

trumpet died away along the side of the mountain of Elvira, and not a hostile squadron was seen glistening on

The eyes of Boabdil el Chico were at length opened to the real policy of King Ferdinand, and he saw that he

had no longer anything to depend upon but the valor of his arm. No time was to be lost in hastening to

Scarcely had the retiring squadrons of Ferdinand disappeared among the mountains when Boabdil buckled on

his armor, sallied forth from the Alhambra, and prepared to take the field. When the populace beheld him

actually in arms against his late ally, both parties thronged with zeal to his standard. The hardy inhabitants

also of the Sierra Nevada, or chain of snowcapped mountains which rise above Granada, descended from

their heights and hastened into the city gates to proffer their devotion to their youthful king. The great square

of the Vivarrambla shone with legions of cavalry decked with the colors and devices of the most ancient

Moorish families, and marshalled forth by the patriot Muza to follow the king to battle.

It was on the 15th of June that Boabdil once more issued forth from the gates of Granada on martial

enterprise. A few leagues from the city, within full view of it, and at the entrance of the Alpuxarras

mountains, stood the powerful castle of Alhendin. It was built on an eminence rising from the midst of a

small town, and commanding a great part of the Vega and the main road to the rich valleys of the Alpuxarras.

The castle was commanded by a valiant Christian cavalier named Mendo de Quexada, and garrisoned by two

hundred and fifty men, all seasoned and experienced warriors. It was a continual thorn in the side of Granada:

the laborers of the Vega were swept off from their fields by its hardy soldiers; convoys were cut off in the

passes of the mountains; and, as the garrison commanded a full view of the gates of the city, no band of

merchants could venture forth on their needful journeys without being swooped up by the warhawks of

It was against this important fortress that Boabdil first led his troops, and for six days and nights it was

closely besieged. The alcayde and his veteran garrison defended themselves valiantly, but were exhausted by

fatigue and constant watchfulness; for the Moors, being continually relieved by fresh troops from Granada,

kept up an unremitted and vigorous attack. Twice the barbican was forced, and twice the assailants were

driven forth headlong with excessive loss. The garrison, however, was diminished in number by the killed

and wounded; there were no longer soldiers sufficient to man the walls and gateway; and the brave alcayde

was compelled to retire with his surviving force to the keep of the castle, in which he continued to make a

The Moors now approached the foot of the tower under shelter of wooden screens covered with wet hides to

ward off missiles and combustibles. They went to work vigorously to undermine the tower, placing props of

wood under the foundations, to be afterward set on fire, so as to give the besiegers time to escape before the

edifice should fall. Some of the Moors plied their crossbows and arquebuses to defend the workmen and

drive the Christians from the walls, while the latter showered down stones and darts and melted pitch and

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The brave Mendo de Quexada had cast many an anxious eye across the Vega in hopes of seeing some

Christian force hastening to his assistance. Not a gleam of spear or helm was to be descried, for no one had

dreamt of this sudden irruption of the Moors. The alcayde beheld his bravest men dead or wounded around

him, while the remainder were sinking with watchfulness and fatigue. In defiance of all opposition, the Moors

had accomplished their mine; the fire was brought before the walls that was to be applied to the stanchions in

case the garrison persisted in defence. In a little while the tower would crumble beneath him, and be rent and

hurled a ruin to the plain. At the very last moment the brave alcayde made the signal of surrender. He

marched forth with the remnant of his veteran garrison, who were all made prisoners. Boabdil immediately

ordered the walls of the fortress to be razed and fire to be applied to the stanchions, that the place might never

again become a stronghold to the Christians and a scourge to Granada. The alcayde and his fellowcaptives

were led in dejected convoy across the Vega, when they heard a tremendous crash behind them. They turned

to look upon their late fortress, but beheld nothing but a heap of tumbling ruins and a vast column of smoke

Boabdil el Chico followed up his success by capturing the two fortresses of Marchena and Albolodny,

belonging to Cid Hiaya; he also sent his alfaquis in every direction to proclaim a holy war and to summon all

true Moslems of town or castle, mountain or valley, to saddle steed and buckle on armor and hasten to the

standard of the faith. The tidings spread far and wide that Boabdil el Chico was once more in the field and

was victorious. The Moors of various places, dazzled by this gleam of success, hastened to throw off their

sworn allegiance to the Castilian Crown and to elevate the standard of Boabdil, and the youthful monarch

flattered himself that the whole kingdom was on the point of returning to its allegiance.

The fiery cavaliers of Granada, eager to renew those forays into the Christian lands in which they had

formerly delighted, concerted an irruption to the north, into the territory of Jaen, to harass the country about

Quezada. They had heard of a rich convoy of merchants and wealthy travellers on the way to the city of Baza,

Assembling a number of horsemen, lightly armed and fleetly mounted, and one hundred footsoldiers, they

issued forth by night from Granada, made their way in silence through the defiles of the mountains, crossed

the frontier without opposition, and suddenly appeared, as if fallen from the clouds, in the very heart of the

The mountainous frontier which separates Granada from Jaen was at this time under the command of the

count de Tendilla, the same veteran who had distinguished himself by his vigilance and sagacity when

commanding the fortress of Alhama. He held his headquarters at the city of Alcala la Real, in its

impregnable fortress perched high among the mountains, about six leagues from Granada, and dominating all

the frontier. From this cloudcapt hold he kept an eagle eye upon Granada, and had his scouts and spies in all

directions, so that a crow could not fly over the border without his knowledge. His fortress was a place of

refuge for the Christian captives who escaped by night from the Moorish dungeons of Granada. Often,

however, they missed their way in the defiles of the mountains, and, wandering about bewildered, either

repaired by mistake to some Moorish town or were discovered and retaken at daylight by the enemy. To

prevent these accidents, the count had a tower built at his own expense on the top of one of the heights near

Alcala, which commanded a view of the Vega and the surrounding country. Here he kept a light blazing

throughout the night as a beacon for all Christian fugitives to guide them to a place of safety.

The count was aroused one night from his repose by shouts and cries which came up from the town and

approached the castle walls. "To arms! to arms! the Moor is over the border!" was the cry. A Christian

soldier, pale and emaciated, who still bore traces of Moorish chains, was brought before the count. He had

been taken as guide by the Moorish cavaliers who had sallied from Granada, but had escaped from them

among the mountains, and after much wandering had found his way to Alcala by the signalfire.

Notwithstanding the bustle and agitation of the moment, the count de Tendilla listened calmly and attentively

to the account of the fugitive, and questioned him minutely as to the time of departure of the Moors and the

rapidity and direction of their march. He saw that it was too late to prevent their incursion and ravage, but he

determined to await them and give them a warm reception on their return. His soldiers were always on the

alert and ready to take the field at a moment's warning. Choosing one hundred and fifty lances, hardy and

valiant men, well disciplined and well seasonedas indeed were all his troopshe issued forth quietly

before break of day, and, descending through the defiles of the mountains, stationed his little force in ambush

in a deep barranca, or dry channel of a torrent near Barzina, but three leagues from Granada, on the road by

which the marauders would have to return. In the mean time he sent out scouts to post themselves upon

All day they remained concealed in the ravine and for a great part of the following night; not a Moor,

however, was to be seen, excepting now and then a peasant returning from his labor or a solitary muleteer

hastening toward Granada. The cavaliers of the count began to grow restless and impatient, fearing that the

enemy might have taken some other route or might have received intelligence of their ambuscade. They

urged the count to abandon the enterprise and return to Alcala. "We are here," said they, "almost at the gates

of the Moorish capital, our movements may have been descried, and before we are aware Granada may pour

forth its legions of swift cavalry and crush us with an overwhelming force." The count, however, persisted in

remaining until his scouts should come in. About two hours before daybreak there were signalfires on

certain Moorish watchtowers of the mountains. While they were regarding these with anxiety the scouts

came hurrying into the ravine. "The Moors are approaching," said they; "we have reconnoitred them near at

hand. They are between one and two hundred strong, but encumbered with many prisoners and much booty."

The Christian cavaliers laid their ears to the ground and heard the distant tramp of horses and the tread of

footsoldiers. They mounted their horses, braced their shields, couched their lances, and drew near to the

The Moors had succeeded in waylaying and surprising the Christian convoy on its way to Baza. They had

captured a great number of prisoners, male and female, with great store of gold and jewels and sumpter mules

laden with rich merchandise. With these they had made a forced march over the dangerous parts of the

mountains, but now, finding themselves so near to Granada, fancied themselves in perfect security. They

loitered along the road, therefore, irregularly and slowly, some singing, others laughing and exulting at

having eluded the boasted vigilance of the count de Tendilla, while ever and anon was heard the plaint of

some female captive bewailing the jeopardy of her honor or the heavy sighing of the merchant at beholding

The count waited until some of the escort had passed the ravine; then, giving the signal for assault, his

cavaliers set up great shouts and cries and charged into the centre of the foe. The obscurity of the place and

the hour added to the terrors of the surprise. The Moors were thrown into confusion; some rallied, fought

desperately, and fell covered with wounds. Thirtysix were killed and fiftyfive were made prisoners; the

rest under cover of the darkness made their escape to the rocks and defiles of the mountains.

The good count unbound the prisoners, gladdening the hearts of the merchants by restoring to them their

merchandise. To the female captives also he restored the jewels of which they had been despoiled, excepting

such as had been lost beyond recovery. Fortyfive saddle horses of the choice Barbary breed remained as

captured spoils of the Moors, together with costly armor and booty of various kinds. Having collected

everything in haste and arranged his cavalgada, the count urged his way with all speed for Alcala la Real, lest

he should be pursued and overtaken by the Moors of Granada. As he wound up the steep ascent to his

mountaincity the inhabitants poured forth to meet him with shouts of joy. His triumph was doubly enhanced

by being received at the gates of the city by his wife, the daughter of the marques of Villena, a lady of

distinguished merit, whom he had not seen for two years, during which he had been separated from his home

We have yet another act to relate of this good count de Tendilla, who was in truth a mirror of knightly virtue.

One day a Christian soldier, just escaped from captivity in Granada, brought word to the count that an

illustrious damsel named Fatima, niece of the alcayde Aben Comixa, was to leave the city on a certain day,

escorted by a numerous party of relatives and friends of distinguished rank, on a journey to Almunecar, there

to embark for the African coast to celebrate her nuptials with the alcayde of Tetuan. This was too brilliant a

prize to be neglected. The count accordingly sallied forth with a light company of cavalry, and, descending

the defiles of the mountains, stationed himself behind the rocky sierra of Elvira, not far from the eventful

bridge of Pinos, within a few short miles of Granada. Hence he detached Alonso de Cardenas Ulloa, with

fifty light horsemen, to post himself in ambush by the road the bridal party had to travel. After a time the

latter came in sight, proving less numerous than had been expected, for the damsel was escorted merely by

four armed domestics and accompanied by a few relatives and two female attendants. The whole party was

surrounded and captured almost without resistance, and carried off to the count at the bridge of Pinos. The

good count conveyed his beautiful captive to his stronghold at Alcala, where he treated her and her

companions with all the delicacy and respect due to their rank and to his own character as a courteous

The tidings of the capture of his niece gave poignant affliction to the vizier Aben Comixa. His royal master,

Boabdil, of whom he was the prime favorite and confidential adviser, sympathized in his distress. With his

own hand he wrote a letter to the count, offering in exchange for the fair Fatima one hundred Christian

captives to be chosen from those detained in Granada. This royal letter was sent by Don Francisco de Zuniga,

an Aragonese cavalier, whom Aben Comixa held in captivity, and who was set at liberty for the purpose.

On receiving the letter of Boabdil the count de Tendilla at once gave freedom to the Moorish maid, making

her a magnificent present of jewels, and sending her and her companions under honorable escort to the very

Boabdil, exceeding his promises, immediately set free twenty captive priests, one hundred and thirty

Castilian and Aragonian cavaliers, and a number of peasantwomen. His favorite and vizier, Aben Comixa,

was so rejoiced at the liberation of his niece, and so struck with the chivalrous conduct of her captor, that he

maintained from that day a constant and amicable correspondence with the count de Tendilla, and became in

the hands of the latter one of the most efficacious agents in bringing the war of Granada to a triumphant

*This interesting anecdote of the count de Tendilla, which is a key to the subsequent conduct of the vizier

Aben Comixa, and had a singular influence on the fortunes of Boabdil and his kingdom, is originally given in

a manuscript history of the counts of Tendilla, written about the middle of the sixteenth century by Gabriel

Rodriguez de Ardila, a Granadine clergyman. It has been brought to light recently by the researches of

King Boabdil found that his diminished territory was too closely dominated by Christian fortresses like

Alcala la Real, and too strictly watched by vigilant alcaydes like the count of Tendilla, to be able to maintain

itself by internal resources. His foraging expeditions were liable to be intercepted and defeated, while the

ravage of the Vega had swept off everything on which the city depended for future sustenance. He felt the

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want of a seaport through which, as formerly, he might keep open a communication with Africa and obtain

reinforcements and supplies from beyond the sea. All the ports and harbors were in the hands of the

Christians, and Granada and its remnant of dependent territory were completely landlocked.

In this emergency the attention of Boabdil was called by circumstances to the seaport of Salobrena. This

redoubtable town has already been mentioned in this chronicle as a place deemed impregnable by the Moors,

insomuch that their kings were accustomed in time of peril to keep their treasures in its citadel. It was situated

on a high rocky hill dividing one of those rich little vegas or plains which lie open to the Mediterranean, but

run like deep green bays into the stern bosoms of the mountains. The vega was covered with beautiful

vegetation, with rice and cotton, with groves of oranges, citrons, figs, and mulberries, and with gardens

enclosed by hedges of reeds, of aloes, and the Indian fig. Running streams of cool water from the springs and

snows of the Sierra Nevada kept this delightful valley continually fresh and verdant, while it was almost

locked up by mountainbarriers and lofty promontories stretching far into the sea.

Through the centre of this rich vega the rock of Salobrena reared its rugged back, nearly dividing the plain

and advancing to the margin of the sea, with just a strip of sandy beach at its foot laved by the blue waves of

The town covered the ridge and sides of the rocky hill, and was fortified by strong walls and towers, while on

the highest and most precipitate part stood the citadel, a huge castle that seemed to form a part of the living

rock, the massive ruins of which at the present day attract the gaze of the traveller as he winds his way far

This important fortress had been entrusted to the command of Don Francisco Ramirez de Madrid,

captaingeneral of the artillery and the most scientific of all the Spanish leaders. That experienced veteran,

however, was with the king at Cordova, having left a valiant cavalier as alcayde of the place.

Boabdil had full information of the state of the garrison and the absence of its commander. Putting himself at

the head of a powerful force, therefore, he departed from Granada, and made a rapid march through the

mountains, hoping to seize upon Salobrena before King Ferdinand could come to its assistance.

The inhabitants of Salobrena were mudexares, or Moors who had sworn allegiance to the Christians. Still,

when they heard the sound of the Moorish drums and trumpets, and beheld the squadrons of their countrymen

advancing across the vega, their hearts yearned toward the standard of their nation and their faith. A tumult

arose in the place; the populace shouted the name of Boabdil el Chico and, throwing open the gates, admitted

The Christian garrison was too few in number to contend for the possession of the town: they retreated to the

citadel and shut themselves within its massive walls, which were considered impregnable. Here they

maintained a desperate defence, hoping to hold out until succor should arrive from the neighboring fortresses.

The tidings that Salobrena was invested by the Moorish king spread along the seacoast and filled the

Christians with alarm. Don Francisco Enriquez, uncle of the king, commanded the city of Velez Malaga,

about twelve leagues distant, but separated by ranges of those vast rocky mountains which are piled along the

Don Francisco summoned the alcaydes of his district to hasten with him to the relief of this important

fortress. A number of cavaliers and their retainers answered to his call, among whom was Hernan Perez del

Pulgar, surnamed "El de las hazanas" (He of the exploits) the same who had signalized himself in a foray

by elevating a handkerchief on a lance for a banner and leading on his disheartened comrades to victory. As

soon as Don Francisco beheld a little band collected round him, he set out with all speed for Salobrena. The

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march was rugged and severe, climbing and descending immense mountains, and sometimes winding along

the edge of giddy precipices, with the surges of the sea raging far below. When Don Francisco arrived with

his followers at the lofty promontory that stretches along one side of the little vega of Salobrena, he looked

down with sorrow and anxiety upon a Moorish army of great force encamped at the foot of the fortress, while

Moorish banners on various parts of the walls proved that the town was already in possession of the infidels.

A solitary Christian standard alone floated on the top of the castlekeep, showing that the brave garrison

were hemmed up in their rockbuilt citadel. They were, in fact, reduced to great extremity through want of

Don Francisco found it impossible, with his small force, to make any impression on the camp of the Moors or

to get to the relief of the castle. He stationed his little band upon a rocky height near the sea, where they were

safe from the assaults of the enemy. The sight of his friendly banner waving in their neighborhood cheered

the heart of the garrison, and gave them assurance of speedy succor from the king, while the hostile menaces

In the mean time, Hernan Perez del Pulgar, who always burned to distinguish himself by bold and striking

exploits, had discovered in the course of his prowlings a postern gate of the castle opening upon the steep part

of the rocky hill looking toward the mountains. The thought occurred to him that by a bold dash at a

favorable moment this postern might be attained and succor thrown into the castle. He pointed the place out

to his comrades. "Who will follow my banner," said he, "and make a dash for yonder postern?" A bold

proposition in time of warfare never wants for bold spirits to accept it. Seventy resolute men stepped forward

to second him. Pulgar chose the early daybreak for his enterprise, when the Moors, just aroused from sleep,

were changing guard and making the various arrangements of the morning. Favored by these movements and

the drowsiness of the hour, Pulgar approached the Moorish line silently and steadily, most of his followers

armed with crossbows and espingardas, or muskets. Then, suddenly making an onset, they broke through a

weak part of the camp before the alarm had spread through the army, and succeeded in fighting their way up

The garrison, roused to new spirit by this unlookedfor reinforcement, was enabled to make a more vigorous

resistance. The Moors, however, who knew there was a great scarcity of water in the castle, exulted in the

idea that this additional number of warriors would soon exhaust the cisterns and compel a surrender. Pulgar,

hearing of this hope, caused a bucket of water to be lowered from the battlements and threw a silver cup in

The garrison, in truth, suffered intensely from thirst, while, to tantalize them in their sufferings, they beheld

limpid streams winding in abundance through the green plain below them. They began to fear that all succor

would arrive too late, when one day they beheld a little squadron of vessels far at sea, but standing toward the

shore. There was some doubt at first whether it might not be a hostile armament from Africa, but as it

It was a reinforcement, brought in all haste by the governor of the fortress, Don Francisco Ramirez. The

squadron anchored at a steep rocky island which rises from the very margin of the smooth sandy beach

directly in front of the rock of Salobrena and stretches out into the sea. On this island Ramirez landed his

men, and was as strongly posted as if in a fortress. His force was too scanty to attempt a battle, but he assisted

to harass and distract the besiegers. Whenever King Boabdil made an attack upon the fortress his camp was

assailed on one side by the troops of Ramirez, who landed from their island, and on another by those of Don

Francisco Enriquez, who swept down from their rock, while Hernan del Pulgar kept up a brave defence from

The attention of the Moorish king was diverted also, for a time, by an ineffectual attempt to relieve the little

port of Adra, which had recently declared in his favor, but which had been recaptured for the Christians by

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Cid Hiaya and his son Alnayar. Thus, the unlucky Boabdil, bewildered on every hand, lost all the advantage

that he had gained by his rapid march from Granada. While he was yet besieging the obstinate citadel, tidings

were brought him that King Ferdinand was in full march with a powerful host to its assistance. There was no

time for further delay: he made a furious attack with all his forces upon the castle, but was again repulsed by

Pulgar and his coadjutors, when, abandoning the siege in despair, he retreated with his army, lest King

Ferdinand should get between him and his capital. On his way back to Granada, however, he in some sort

consoled himself for his late disappointment by overrunning a part of the territories and possessions lately

assigned to his uncle El Zagal and to Cid Hiaya. He defeated their alcaydes, destroyed several of their

fortresses, burnt their villages, and, leaving the country behind him reeking and smoking with his vengeance,

returned with considerable booty to repose himself within the walls of the Alhambra.*

Scarcely had Boabdil[11]ensconced himself in his capital when King Ferdinand, at the head of seven

thousand horse and twenty thousand foot, again appeared in the Vega. He had set out in all haste from

Cordova to the relief of Salobrena, but hearing on his march that the siege was raised, he turned to make a

second ravage round the walls of devoted Granada. His present forage lasted fifteen days, in the course of

which almost everything that had escaped his former desolating visit was destroyed, and scarce a green thing

or a living animal was left on the face of the land. The Moors sallied frequently and fought desperately in

defence of their fields, but the work of destruction was accomplished, and Granada, once the queen of

Ferdinand next hastened to crush a conspiracy in the cities of Guadix, Baza, and Almeria. These recently

conquered places had entered into secret correspondence with Boabdil, inviting him to march to their gates,

promising to rise upon the Christian garrisons, seize upon the citadels, and surrender them into his power.

The marques of Villena had received notice of the conspiracy, and suddenly thrown himself with a large

force into Guadix. Under pretence of a review of the inhabitants he made them sally forth into the fields

before the city. When the whole Moorish population capable of bearing arms was thus without the walls, he

ordered the gates to be closed. He then permitted them to enter two by two and three by three, and take forth

their wives, children, and effects. The houseless Moors were fain to make themselves temporary hovels in the

gardens and orchards about the city; they were clamorous in their complaints at being thus excluded from

their homes, but were told they must wait with patience until the charges against them could be investigated

When Ferdinand arrived at Guadix, he found the unhappy Moors in their cabins among the orchards. They

complained bitterly of the deception practised upon them, and implored permission to return into the city and

live peaceably in their dwellings, as had been promised them in their articles of capitulation.

King Ferdinand listened graciously to their complaints. "My friends," said he in reply, "I have been informed

that there has been a conspiracy among you to kill my alcayde and garrison and to take part with my enemy,

the king of Granada. I shall make a thorough investigation of this conspiracy. Those among you who shall be

proved innocent shall be restored to their dwellings, but the guilty shall incur the penalty of their offences. As

I wish, however, to proceed with mercy as well as justice, I now give you your choiceeither to depart at

once without further question, going wherever you please, and taking with you your families and effects

under an assurance of safety, or to deliver up those who are guilty, not one of whom, I give you my royal

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When the people of Guadix heard these words they communed among themselves; and, as most of them (says

the worthy Agapida) were either culpable or feared to be considered so, they accepted the alternative and

departed sorrowfully, they and their wives and their little ones. "Thus," in the words of that excellent and

contemporary historian Andres Bernaldez, commonly called the curate of Los Palacios,"thus did the king

deliver Guadix from the hands of the enemies of our holy faith after seven hundred and seventy years that it

had been in their possession, ever since the time of Roderick the Goth; and this was one of the mysteries of

our Lord, who would not consent that the city should remain longer in the power of the Moors"a pious and

King Ferdinand offered similar alternatives to the Moors of Baza, Almeria, and other cities accused of

participation in this conspiracy, who generally preferred to abandon their homes rather than incur the risk of

an investigation. Most of them relinquished Spain as a country where they could no longer live in security

and independence, and departed with their families for Africa; such as remained were suffered to live in

While Ferdinand was thus occupied at Guadix, dispensing justice and mercy and receiving cities in exchange,

the old monarch, Muley Abdallah, surnamed El Zagal, appeared before him. He was haggard with care and

almost crazed with passion. He had found his little territory of Andarax and his two thousand subjects as

difficult to govern as had been the distracted kingdom of Granada. The charm which had bound the Moors to

him was broken when he appeared in arms under the banner of Ferdinand. He had returned from his

inglorious campaign with his petty army of two hundred men, followed by the execrations of the people of

Granada and the secret repining of those he had led into the field. No sooner had his subjects heard of the

successes of Boabdil el Chico than they had seized their arms, assembled tumultuously, declared for the

young monarch, and threatened the life of El Zagal.* The unfortunate old king had with difficulty evaded

their fury; and this last lesson seemed entirely to have cured him of his passion for sovereignty. He now

entreated Ferdinand to purchase the towns and castles and other possessions which had been granted to him,

offering them at a low rate, and begging safe passage for himself and his followers to Africa. King Ferdinand

graciously complied with his wishes. He purchased of him threeandtwenty towns and villages in the

valleys of Andarax and Alhaurin, for which he gave him five millions of maravedis. El Zagal relinquished his

right to onehalf of the salinas or saltpits of Malaha in favor of his brotherinlaw, Cid Hiaya. Having thus

disposed of his petty empire and possessions, he packed up all his treasure, of which he had a great amount,

And here let us cast an eye beyond the present period of our chronicle, and trace the remaining career of El

Zagal. His short and turbulent reign and disastrous end would afford a wholesome lesson to unprincipled

ambition, were not all ambition of the kind fated to be blind to precept and example. When he arrived in

Africa, instead of meeting with kindness and sympathy, he was seized and thrown into prison by the caliph of

Fez, Benimerin, as though he had been his vassal. He was accused of being the cause of the dissensions and

downfall of the kingdom of Granada, and, the accusation being proved to the satisfaction of the king of Fez,

he condemned the unhappy El Zagal to perpetual darkness. A basin of glowing copper was passed before his

eyes, which effectually destroyed his sight. His wealth, which had probably been the secret cause of these

cruel measures, was confiscated and seized upon by his oppressor, and El Zagal was thrust forth, blind,

helpless, and destitute, upon the world. In this wretched condition the late Moorish monarch groped his way

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through the regions of Tingitania until he reached the city of Velez de la Gomera. The emir of Velez had

formerly been his ally, and felt some movement of compassion at his present altered and abject state. He gave

him food and raiment and suffered him to remain unmolested in his dominions. Death, which so often hurries

off the prosperous and happy from the midst of untasted pleasures, spares, on the other hand, the miserable to

drain the last drop of his cup of bitterness. El Zagal dragged out a wretched existence of many years in the

city of Velez. He wandered about blind and disconsolate, an object of mingled scorn and pity, and bearing

above his raiment a parchment on which was written in Arabic, "This is the unfortunate king of Andalusia."*

*Marmol, De Rebelione Maur., lib. 1, cap. 16; Padraza, Hist. Granad., part 3, c. 4; Suarez, Hist. Obisp. de

How is thy strength departed, O Granada! how is thy beauty withered and despoiled, O city of groves and

fountains! The commerce that once thronged thy streets is at an end; the merchant no longer hastens to thy

gates with the luxuries of foreign lands. The cities which once paid thee tribute are wrested from thy sway;

the chivalry which filled thy Vivarrambla with sumptuous pageantry have fallen in many battles. The

Alhambra still rears its ruddy towers from the midst of groves, but melancholy reigns in its marble halls, and

the monarch looks down from his lofty balconies upon a naked waste where once extended the blooming

Such is the lament of the Moorish writers over the lamentable state of Granada, now a mere phantom of

former greatness. The two ravages of the Vega, following so closely upon each other, had swept off all the

produce of the year, and the husbandman had no longer the heart to till the field, seeing the ripening harvest

During the winter season Ferdinand made diligent preparations for the campaign that was to decide the fate of

Granada. As this war was waged purely for the promotion of the Christian faith, he thought it meet that its

enemies should bear the expenses. He levied, therefore, a general contribution upon the Jews throughout his

kingdom by synagogues and districts, and obliged them to render in the proceeds at the city of Seville.*

On the 11th of April, Ferdinand and Isabella departed for the Moorish frontier, with the solemn determination

to lay close siege to Granada and never quit its walls until they had planted the standard of the faith on the

towers of the Alhambra. Many of the nobles of the kingdom, particularly those from parts remote from the

scene of action, wearied by the toils of war and foreseeing that this would be a tedious siege, requiring

patience and vigilance rather than hardy deeds of arms, contented themselves with sending their vassals,

while they stayed at home to attend to their domains. Many cities furnished soldiers at their cost, and the king

took the field with an army of forty thousand infantry and ten thousand horse. The principal captains who

followed him in this campaign were Roderigo Ponce de Leon, the marques of Cadiz, the master of Santiago,

the marques of Villena, the counts of Tendilla, Cifuentes, Cabra, and Urena, and Don Alonso de Aguilar.

Queen Isabella, accompanied by her son the prince Juan and the princesses Juana, Maria, and Cathalina, her

daughters, proceeded to Alcala la Real, the mountainfortress and stronghold of the count de Tendilla. Here

she remained to forward supplies to the army, and to be ready to repair to the camp whenever her presence

The army of Ferdinand poured into the Vega by various defiles of the mountains, and on the 23d of April the

royal tent was pitched at a village called Los Ojos de Huescar, about a league and a half from Granada. At the

approach of this formidable force the harassed inhabitants turned pale, and even many of the warriors

Boabdil el Chico assembled his council in the Alhambra, from the windows of which they could behold the

Christian squadrons glistening through clouds of dust as they poured along the Vega. The utmost confusion

and consternation reigned in the council. Many of the members, terrified with the horrors impending over

their families, advised Boabdil to throw himself upon the generosity of the Christian monarch: even several

The wazir of the city, Abul Casim Abdel Melic was called upon to report the state of the public means for

sustenance and defence. There were sufficient provisions, he said, for a few months' supply, independent of

what might exist in the possession of merchants and other rich inhabitants. "But of what avail," said he, "is a

supply for a few months against the sieges of the Castilian monarch, which are interminable?"

He produced also the lists of men capable of bearing arms. "The number," said he, "is great, but what can be

expected from mere citizen soldiers? They vaunt and menace in time of safety; none are so arrogant when the

enemy is at a distance; but when the din of war thunders at the gates they hide themselves in terror."

When Muza heard these words he rose with generous warmth. "What reason have we," said he, "to despair?

The blood of those illustrious Moors, the conquerors of Spain, still flows in our veins. Let us be true to

ourselves, and fortune will again be with us. We have a veteran force, both horse and foot, the flower of our

chivalry, seasoned in war and scarred in a thousand battles. As to the multitude of our citizens, spoken of so

slightly, why should we doubt their valor? There are twenty thousand young men, in the fire of youth, whom

I will engage that in the defence of their homes they will rival the most valiant veterans. Do we want

provisions? Our horses are fleet and our horsemen daring in the foray. Let them scour and scourge the

country of those apostate Moslems who have surrendered to the Christians. Let them make inroads into the

lands of our enemies. We shall soon see them returning with cavalgadas to our gates, and to a soldier there is

Boabdil, though he wanted firm and durable courage, was readily excited to sudden emotions of bravery. He

caught a glow of resolution from the noble ardor of Muza. "Do what is needful," said he to his commanders;

"into your hands I confide the common safety. You are the protectors of the kingdom, and, with the aid of

Allah, will revenge the insults of our religion, the deaths of our friends and relations, and the sorrows and

To every one was now assigned his separate duty. The wazir had charge of the arms and provisions and the

enrolling of the people. Muza was to command the cavalry, to defend the gates, and to take the lead in all

sallies and skirmishings. Naim Reduan and Muhammed Aben Zayde were his adjutants. Abdel Kerim Zegri

and the other captains were to guard the walls, and the alcaydes of the Alcazaba and of the Red Towers had

Nothing now was heard but the din of arms and the bustle of preparation. The Moorish spirit, quick to catch

fire, was immediately in a flame, and the populace in the excitement of the moment set at naught the power

of the Christians. Muza was in all parts of the city, infusing his own generous zeal into the bosoms of the

soldiery. The young cavaliers rallied round him as their model; the veteran warriors regarded him with a

soldier's admiration; the vulgar throng followed him with shouts; and the helpless part of the inhabitants, the

On the first appearance of the Christian army the principal gates of the city had been closed and secured with

bars and bolts and heavy chains: Muza now ordered them to be thrown open. "To me and my cavaliers," said

he, "is entrusted the defence of the gates; our bodies shall be their barriers." He stationed at each gate a strong

guard chosen from his bravest men. His horsemen were always completely armed and ready to mount at a

moment's warning: their steeds stood saddled and caparisoned in the stables, with lance and buckler beside

them. On the least approach of the enemy a squadron of horse gathered within the gate, ready to launch forth

like the bolt from the thundercloud. Muza made no empty bravado nor haughty threat; he was more terrible

in deeds than in words, and executed daring exploits beyond even the vaunt of the vainglorious. Such was the

present champion of the Moors. Had they possessed many such warriors, or had Muza risen to power at an

earlier period of the war, the fate of Granada might have been deferred, and the Moor for a long time have

Though Granada was shorn of its glories and nearly cut off from all external aid, still its mighty castles and

massive bulwarks seemed to set all attack at defiance. Being the last retreat of Moorish power, it had

assembled within its walls the remnants of the armies which had contended, step by step, with the invaders in

their gradual conquest of the land. All that remained of highborn and highbred chivalry was here; all that

was loyal and patriotic was roused to activity by the common danger; and Granada, so long lulled into

inaction by vain hopes of security, now assumed a formidable aspect in the hour of its despair.

Ferdinand saw that any attempt to subdue the city by main force would be perilous and bloody. Cautious in

his policy, and fond of conquests gained by art rather than valor, he resorted to the plan so successful with

Baza, and determined to reduce the place by famine. For this purpose his armies penetrated into the very

heart of the Alpuxarras, and ravaged the valleys and sacked and burnt the towns upon which the city

depended for its supplies. Scouting parties also ranged the mountains behind Granada and captured every

casual convoy of provisions. The Moors became more daring as their situation became more hopeless. Never

had Ferdinand experienced such vigorous sallies and assaults. Muza at the head of his cavalry harassed the

borders of the camp, and even penetrated into the interior, making sudden spoil and ravage, and leaving his

course to be traced by the slain and wounded. To protect his camp from these assaults, Ferdinand fortified it

with deep trenches and strong bulwarks. It was of a quadrangular form, divided into streets like a city, the

troops being quartered in tents and in booths constructed of bushes and branches of trees. When it was

completed Queen Isabella came in state, with all her court and the prince and princesses, to be present at the

siege. This was intended, as on former occasions, to reduce the besieged to despair by showing the

determination of the sovereigns to reside in the camp until the city should surrender. Immediately after her

arrival the queen rode forth to survey the camp and its environs: wherever she went she was attended by a

splendid retinue, and all the commanders vied with each other in the pomp and ceremony with which they

received her. Nothing was heard from morning until night but shouts and acclamations and bursts of martial

music; so that it appeared to the Moors as if a continual festival and triumph reigned in the Christian camp.

The arrival of the queen, however and the menaced obstinacy of the siege, had no effect in damping the fire

of the Moorish chivalry. Muza inspired the youthful warriors with the most devoted heroism. "We have

nothing left to fight for," said he, "but the ground we stand on; when this is lost we cease to have a country

Finding the Christian king forbore to make an attack, Muza incited his cavaliers to challenge the youthful

chivalry of the Christian army to single combat or partial skirmishes. Scarce a day passed without gallant

conflicts of the kind in sight of the city and the camp. The combatants rivalled each other in the splendor of

their armor and array, as well as in the prowess of their deeds. Their contests were more like the stately

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ceremonials of tilts and tournaments than the rude conflicts of the field. Ferdinand soon perceived that they

animated the fiery Moors with fresh zeal and courage, while they cost the lives of many of his bravest

cavaliers: he again, therefore, forbade the acceptance of any individual challenges, and ordered that all partial

encounters should be avoided. The cool and stern policy of the Catholic sovereign bore hard upon the

generous spirits of either army, but roused the indignation of the Moors when they found that they were to be

subdued in this inglorious manner: "Of what avail," said they, "are chivalry and heroic valor? The crafty

monarch of the Christians has no magnanimity in warfare; he seeks to subdue us through the weakness of our

When the Moorish knights beheld that all courteous challenges were unavailing, they sought various means

to provoke the Christian warriors to the field. Sometimes a body of them, fleetly mounted, would gallop up to

the skirts of the camp and try who should hurl his lance farthest within the barriers, having his name inscribed

upon it or a label affixed containing some taunting defiance. These bravadoes caused great irritation; still, the

Among the Moorish cavaliers was one named Tarfe, renowned for strength and daring spirit, but whose

courage partook of fierce audacity rather than chivalric heroism. In one of these sallies, when skirting the

Christian camp, this arrogant Moor outstripped his companions, overleaped the barriers, and, galloping close

to the royal quarters, launched his lance so far within that it remained quivering in the earth close by the

pavilions of the sovereigns. The royal guards rushed forth in pursuit, but the Moorish horsemen were already

beyond the camp and scouring in a cloud of dust for the city. Upon wresting the lance from the earth a label

Nothing could equal the indignation of the Christian warriors at the insolence of the bravado and the

discourteous insult offered to the queen. Hernan Perez del Pulgar, surnamed "He of the exploits," was

present, and resolved not to be outbraved by this daring infidel. "Who will stand by me," said he, "in an

enterprise of desperate peril?" The Christian cavaliers well knew the harebrained valor of Hernan, yet not one

hesitated to step forward. He chose fifteen companions, all of powerful arm and dauntless heart.

His project was to penetrate Granada in the dead of the night by a secret pass made known to him by a

Moorish renegade of the city, whom he had christened Pedro Pulgar, and who was to act as guide. They were

to set fire to the Alcaiceria and other principal edifices, and then effect their retreat as best they might. At the

hour appointed the adventurous troops set forth provided with combustibles. The renegade led them silently

to a drain or channel of the river Darro, up which they proceeded cautiously, single file, until they halted

under a bridge near the royal gate. Here dismounting, Pulgar stationed six of his companions to remain silent

and motionless and keep guard, while, followed by the rest and still guided by the renegade, he continued up

the drain or channel of the Darro, which passes under a part of the city, and was thus enabled to make his way

undiscovered into the streets. All was dark and silent. At the command of Pulgar the renegade led him to the

principal mosque. Here the cavalier, pious as brave, threw himself on his knees, and, drawing forth a

parchment scroll on which was inscribed in large letters "AVE MARIA," nailed it to the door of the mosque,

thus converting the heathen edifice into a Christian chapel and dedicating it to the Blessed Virgin. This done,

he hastened to the Alcaiceria to set it in a blaze. The combustibles were all placed, but Tristan de

Montemayor, who had charge of the firebrand, had carelessly left it at the door of the mosque. It was too late

to return there. Pulgar was endeavoring to strike fire with flint and steel into the ravelled end of a cord when

he was startled by the approach of the Moorish guards going the rounds. His hand was on his sword in an

instant. Seconded by his brave companions, he assailed the astonished Moors and put them to flight. In a little

while the whole city resounded with alarms, soldiers were hurrying through the streets in every direction; but

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Pulgar, guided by the renegade, made good his retreat by the channel of the Darro to his companions at the

bridge, and all, mounting their horses, spurred back to the camp. The Moors were at a loss to imagine the

meaning of this wild and apparently fruitless assault, but great was their exasperation on the following day

when the trophy of hardihood and prowess, the "AVE MARIA," was discovered thus elevated in bravado in

the very centre of the city. The mosque thus boldly sanctified by Hernan del Pulgar was actually consecrated

*The account here given of the exploit of Hernan del Pulgar differs from that given in the first edition, and is

conformable to the record of the fact in a manuscript called "The House of Salar," existing in the library of

In commemoration of this daring feat of Pulgar, the emperor Charles V. in after years conferred on that

cavalier and on his descendants, the marqueses of Salar, the privilege of sitting in the choir during high mass,

and assigned as the place of sepulture of Pulgar himself the identical spot where he kneeled to affix the sacred

scroll; and his tomb is still held in great veneration. This Hernan Perez del Pulgar was a man of letters, as

well as art, and inscribed to Charles V. a summary of the achievements of Gonsalvo of Cordova, surnamed

the Great Captain, who had been one of his comrades inarms. He is often confounded with Hernando del

Pulgar, historian and secretary to Queen Isabella. (See note to Pulgar's Chron. of the Catholic Sovereigns,

The royal encampment lay so distant from Granada that the general aspect of the city only could be seen as it

rose gracefully from the Vega, covering the sides of the hills with palaces and towers. Queen Isabella had

expressed an earnest desire to behold nearer at hand a city whose beauty was so renowned throughout the

world; and the marques of Cadiz, with his accustomed courtesy, prepared a great military escort and guard to

protect her and the ladies of the court while they enjoyed this perilous gratification.

On the morning of June the 18th a magnificent and powerful train issued from the Christian camp. The

advanced guard was composed of legions of cavalry, heavily armed, looking like moving masses of polished

steel. Then came the king and queen, with the prince and princess and the ladies of the court, surrounded by

the royal body guard, sumptuously arrayed, composed of the sons of the most illustrious houses of Spain;

after these was the rearguard, a powerful force of horse and foot, for the flower of the army sallied forth that

day. The Moors gazed with fearful admiration at this glorious pageant, wherein the pomp of the court was

mingled with the terrors of the camp. It moved along in radiant line across the Vega to the melodious

thunders of martial music, while banner and plume and silken scarf and rich brocade gave a gay and gorgeous

The army moved toward the hamlet of Zubia, built on the skirts of the mountain to the left of Granada, and

commanding a view of the Alhambra and the most beautiful quarter of the city. As they approached the

hamlet the marques of Villena, the count Urena, and Don Alonso de Aguilar fled off with their battalions, and

were soon seen glittering along the side of the mountain above the village. In the mean time, the marques of

Cadiz, the count de Tendilla, the count de Cabra, and Don Alonso Fernandez, senior of Alcaudrete and

Montemayor, drew up their forces in battle array on the plain below the hamlet, presenting a living barrier of

Thus securely guarded, the royal party alighted, and, entering one of the houses of the hamlet which had been

prepared for their reception, enjoyed a full view of the city from its terraced roof. The ladies of the court

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gazed with delight at the red towers of the Alhambra rising from amid shady groves, anticipating the time

when the Catholic sovereigns should be enthroned within its walls and its courts shine with the splendor of

Spanish chivalry. "The reverend prelates and holy friars who always surrounded the queen looked with serene

satisfaction," says Fray Antonio Agapida, "at this modern Babylon, enjoying the triumph that awaited them

when those mosques and minarets should be converted into churches, and goodly priests and bishops should

When the Moors beheld the Christians thus drawn forth in full array in the plain, they supposed it was to offer

battle, and hesitated not to accept it. In a little while the queen beheld a body of Moorish cavalry pouring into

the Vega, the riders managing their fleet and fiery steeds with admirable address. They were richly armed and

clothed in the most brilliant colors, and the caparisons of their steeds flamed with gold and embroidery. This

was the favorite squadron of Muza, composed of the flower of the youthful cavaliers of Granada. Others

succeeded, some heavily armed, others "a la gineta" with lance and buckler, and lastly came the legions of

When the queen saw this army issuing from the city she sent to the marques of Cadiz, and forbade any attack

upon the enemy or the acceptance of any challenge to a skirmish, for she was loth that her curiosity should

The marques promised to obey, though sorely against his will, and it grieved the spirit of the Spanish

cavaliers to be obliged to remain with sheathed sword's while bearded by the foe. The Moors could not

comprehend the meaning of this inaction of the Christians after having apparently invited a battle. They

sallied several times from their ranks, and approached near enough to discharge their arrows, but the

Christians were immovable. Many of the Moorish horsemen galloped close to the Christian ranks,

brandishing their lances and scimetars and defying various cavaliers to single combat; but Ferdinand had

rigorously prohibited all duels of the kind, and they dared not transgress his orders under his very eye.

Here, however, the worthy Fray Antonio Agapida, in his enthusiasm for the triumphs of the faith, records the

following incident, which we fear is not sustained by any grave chronicler of the times, but rests merely on

tradition or the authority of certain poets and dramatic writers who have perpetuated the tradition in their

works: While this grim and reluctant tranquillity prevailed along the Christian line, says Agapida, there rose a

mingled shout and sound of laughter near the gate of the city. A Moorish horseman, armed at all points,

issued forth, followed by a rabble who drew back as he approached the scene of danger. The Moor was more

robust and brawny than was common with his countrymen. His visor was closed; he bore a huge buckler and

a ponderous lance; his scimetar was of a Damascus blade, and his richly ornamented dagger was wrought by

an artificer of Fez. He was known by his device to be Tarfe, the most insolent yet valiant of the Moslem

warriorsthe same who had hurled into the royal camp his lance inscribed to the queen. As he rode slowly

along in front of the army his very steed, prancing with fiery eye and distended nostril, seemed to breathe

But what were the feelings of the Spanish cavaliers when they beheld, tied to the tail of his steed and dragged

in the dust, the very inscription" AVE MARIA"which Hernan Perez del Pulgar had affixed to the door

of the mosque! A burst of horror and indignation broke forth from the army. Hernan was not at hand to

maintain his previous achievement, but one of his young companionsinarms, Garcilasso de la Vega by

name, putting spurs to his horse, galloped to the hamlet of Zubia, threw himself on his knees before the king,

and besought permission to accept the defiance of this insolent infidel and to revenge the insult offered to our

Blessed Lady. The request was too pious to be refused. Garcilasso remounted his steed, closed his helmet,

graced by four sable plumes, grasped his buckler of Flemish workmanship and his lance of matchless temper,

and defied the haughty Moor in the midst of his career. A combat took place in view of the two armies and of

the Castilian court. The Moor was powerful in wielding his weapons and dextrous in managing his steed. He

was of larger frame than Garcilasso, and more completely armed, and the Christians trembled for their

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champion. The shock of their encounter was dreadful; their lances were shivered, and sent up splinters in the

air. Garcilasso was thrown back in his saddle: his horse made a wide career before he could recover, gather

up the reins, and return to the conflict. They now encountered each other with swords. The Moor circled

round his opponent as a hawk circles where about to make a swoop; his steed obeyed his rider with matchless

quickness; at every attack of the infidel it seemed as if the Christian knight must sink beneath his flashing

scimetar. But if Garcilasso was inferior to him in power, he was superior in agility: many of his blows he

parried; others he received upon his Flemish shield, which was proof against the Damascus blade. The blood

streamed from numerous wounds received by either warrior. The Moor, seeing his antagonist exhausted,

availed himself of his superior force, and, grappling, endeavored to wrest him from his saddle. They both fell

to earth: the Moor placed his knee upon the breast of his victim, and, brandishing his dagger, aimed a blow at

his throat. A cry of despair was uttered by the Christian warriors, when suddenly they beheld the Moor

rolling lifeless in the dust. Garcilasso had shortened his sword, and as his adversary raised his arm to strike

had pierced him to the heart. "It was a singular and miraculous victory," says Fray Antonio Agapida; "but the

Christian knight was armed by the sacred nature of his cause, and the Holy Virgin gave him strength, like

The laws of chivalry were observed throughout the combatno one interfered on either side. Garcilasso now

despoiled his adversary; then, rescuing the holy inscription of "AVE MARIA" from its degrading situation,

he elevated it on the point of his sword, and bore it on as a signal of triumph amid the rapturous shouts of the

*The above incident has been commemorated in old Spanish ballads, and made the subject of a scene in an

The sun had now reached the meridian, and the hot blood of the Moors was inflamed by its rays and by the

sight of the defeat of their champion. Muza ordered two pieces of ordnance to open a fire upon the Christians.

A confusion was produced in one part of their ranks: Muza called to the chiefs of the army, "Let us waste no

more time in empty challengeslet us charge upon the enemy: he who assaults has always an advantage in

the combat." So saying, he rushed forward, followed by a large body of horse and foot, and charged so

furiously upon the advance guard of the Christians that he drove it in upon the battalion of the marques of

The gallant marques now considered himself absolved from all further obedience to the queen's commands.

He gave the signal to attack, "Santiago!" was shouted along the line, and he pressed forward to the encounter

with his battalion of twelve hundred lances. The other cavaliers followed his example, and the battle instantly

When the king and queen beheld the armies thus rushing to the combat, they threw themselves on their knees

and implored the Holy Virgin to protect her faithful warriors. The prince and princess, the ladies of the court,

and the prelates and friars who were present did the same, and the effect of the prayers of these illustrious and

saintly persons was immediately apparent. The fierceness with which the Moors had rushed to the attack was

suddenly cooled; they were bold and adroit for a skirmish, but unequal to the veteran Spaniards in the open

field. A panic seized upon the footsoldiers; they turned and took to flight. Muza and his cavaliers in vain

endeavored to rally them. Some took refuge in the mountains, but the greater part fled to the city in such

confusion that they overturned and trampled upon each other. The Christians pursued them to the very gates.

Upward of two thousand were either killed, wounded, or taken prisoners, and the two pieces of ordnance

were brought off as trophies of the victory. Not a Christian lance but was bathed that day in the blood of an

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Such was the brief but bloody action which was known among the Christian warriors by the name of "the

Queen's Skirmish;" for when the marques of Cadiz waited upon Her Majesty to apologize for breaking her

commands, he attributed the victory entirely to her presence. The queen, however, insisted that it was all

owing to her troops being led on by so valiant a commander. Her Majesty had not yet recovered from her

agitation at beholding so terrible a scene of bloodshed, though certain veterans present pronounced it as gay

The gayety of this gentle pass at arms, however, was somewhat marred by a rough reverse in the evening.

Certain of the Christian cavaliers, among whom were the count de Urena, Don Alonso Aguilar, his brother

Gonsalvo of Cordova, Diego Castrillo, commander of Calatrava, and others to the number of fifty, remained

in ambush near Armilla, expecting the Moors would sally forth at night to visit the scene of battle and to bury

their dead. They were discovered by a Moor who had climbed an elm tree to reconnoitre, and who hastened

into the city to give notice of their ambush. Scarce had night fallen when the cavaliers found themselves

surrounded by a host which in the darkness seemed innumerable. The Moors attacked them with sanguinary

fury to revenge the disgrace of the morning. The cavaliers fought to every disadvantage, overwhelmed by

numbers, ignorant of the ground, perplexed by thickets and by the watercourses of the gardens, the sluices

of which were all thrown open. Even retreat was difficult. The count de Urena was surrounded and in

imminent peril, from which he was saved by two of his faithful followers at the sacrifice of their lives.

Several cavaliers lost their horses, and were themselves put to death in the watercourses. Gonsalvo of

Cordova came near having his own illustrious career cut short in this obscure skirmish. He had fallen into a

watercourse, whence he extricated himself, covered with mud and so encumbered with his armor that he

could not retreat. Inigo de Mendoza, a relative of his brother Alonso, seeing his peril, offered him his horse.

"Take it, senor," said he, "for you cannot save yourself on foot, and I can; but should I fall take care of my

Gonsalvo accepted the devoted offer, mounted the horse, and had made but few paces when a lamentable cry

caused him to turn his head, and he beheld the faithful Mendoza transfixed by Moorish lances. The four

principal cavaliers already named, with several of their followers, effected their retreat and reached the camp

in safety; but this nocturnal reverse obscured the morning's triumph. Gonsalvo remembered the last words of

the devoted Mendoza, and bestowed a pension on his widow and marriage portions on his daughters.*

*The account of this nocturnal affair is from Peter Martyr, lib. 4, Epist. 90, and Pulgar, Hazanas del Gran

To commemorate the victory of which she had been an eyewitness, Queen Isabella afterward erected a

monastery in the village of Zubia dedicated to St. Francisco, which still exists, and in its garden is a laurel

*The house whence the king and queen contemplated the battle is likewise to be seen at the present day. It is

in the first street to the right on entering the village from the Vega, and the royal arms are painted on the

ceilings. It is inhabited by a worthy farmer, Francisco Garcia, who in showing the house to the writer refused

all compensation with true Spanish pride, offering, on the contrary, the hospitalities of his mansion. His

children are versed in the old Spanish ballads about the exploits of Hernan Perez del Pulgar and Garcilasso de

The ravages of war had as yet spared a little portion of the Vega of Granada. A green belt of gardens and

orchards still flourished round the city, extending along the banks of the Xenil and the Darro. They had been

the solace and delight of the inhabitants in their happier days, and contributed to their sustenance in this time

of scarcity. Ferdinand determined to make a final and exterminating ravage to the very walls of the city, so

that there should not remain a single green thing for the sustenance of man or beast. The eighth of July was

the day appointed for this act of desolation. Boabdil was informed by his spies of the intention of the

Christian king, and prepared to make a desperate defence. Hernando de Baeza, a Christian who resided with

the royal family in the Alhambra as interpreter, gives in a manuscript memoir an account of the parting of

Boabdil from his family as he went forth to battle. At an early hour on the appointed day, the eighth of July,

he bathed and perfumed himself, as the Moors of high rank were accustomed to do when they went forth to

peril their lives. Arrayed in complete armor, he took leave of his mother, his wife, and his sister in the

antechamber of the Tower of Comares. Ayxa la Horra, with her usual dignity, bestowed on him her

benediction and gave him her hand to kiss. It was a harder parting with his son and his daughter, who hung

round him with sobs and tears: the duenas and doncellas too of the royal household made the halls of the

Alhambra resound with their lamentations. He then mounted his horse and put himself in front of his

The Christian army approached close to the city, and were laying waste the gardens and orchards when

Boabdil sallied forth, surrounded by all that was left of the flower and chivalry of Granada. There is one place

where even the coward becomes bravethat sacred spot called home. What, then, must have been the valor

of the Moors, a people always of chivalrous spirit, when the war was thus brought to their thresholds! They

fought among the scenes of their loves and pleasures, the scenes of their infancy, and the haunts of their

domestic life. They fought under the eyes of their wives and children, their old men and their maidensof all

that was helpless and all that was dear to them; for all Granada, crowded on tower and battlement, watched

There was not so much one battle as a variety of battles: every garden and orchard became a scene of deadly

contest; every inch of ground was disputed with an agony of grief and valor by the Moors; every inch of

ground that the Christians advanced they valiantly maintained, but never did they advance with severer

The cavalry of Muza was in every part of the field; wherever it came it gave fresh ardor to the fight. The

Moorish soldier, fainting with heat, fatigue, and wounds, was roused to new life at the approach of Muza; and

even he who lay gasping in the agonies of death turned his face toward him and faintly uttered cheers and

The Christians had by this time gained possession of various towers near the city, whence they had been

annoyed by crossbows and arquebuses. The Moors, scattered in various actions, were severely pressed.

Boabdil, at the head of the cavaliers of his guard, mingling in the fight in various parts of the field,

endeavored to inspirit the footsoldiers to the combat. But the Moorish infantry was never to be depended

upon. In the heat of the action a panic seized upon them; they fled, leaving their sovereign exposed with his

handful of cavaliers to an overwhelming force. Boabdil was on the point of falling into the hands of the

Christians, when, wheeling round, he and his followers threw the reins on the necks of their steeds and took

Muza endeavored to retrieve the fortune of the field. He threw himself before the retreating infantry, calling

upon them to turn and fight for their homes, their families, for everything sacred and dear to them. All in

vain: totally broken and dismayed, they fled tumultuously for the gates. Muza would fain have kept the field

with his cavalry; but this devoted band, having stood the brunt of war throughout this desperate campaign,

was fearfully reduced in numbers, and many of the survivors were crippled and enfeebled by their wounds.

Slowly and reluctantly, therefore, he retreated to the city, his bosom swelling with indignation and despair.

Entering the gates, he ordered them to be closed and secured with bolts and bars; for he refused to place any

further confidence in the archers and arquebusiers stationed to defend them, and vowed never more to sally

In the mean time, the artillery thundered from the walls and checked all further advance of the Christians.

King Ferdinand therefore called off his troops, and returned in triumph to his camp, leaving the beautiful city

of Granada wrapped in the smoke of her fields and gardens and surrounded by the bodies of her slaughtered

Such was the last sally of the Moors in defence of their favorite city. The French ambassador, who witnessed

it, was filled with wonder at the prowess, the dexterity, and the daring of the Moslems.

In truth, this whole war was an instance, memorable in history, of the most persevering resolution. For nearly

ten years had the war enduredan almost uninterrupted series of disasters to the Moorish arms. Their towns

had been taken, one after another, and their brethren slain or led into captivity. Yet they disputed every city

and town and fortress and castle, nay, every rock itself, as if they had been inspirited by victories. Wherever

they could plant foot to fight, or find wall or cliff whence to launch an arrow, they disputed their beloved

country; and now, when their capital was cut off from all relief and a whole nation thundered at its gates, they

still maintained defence, as if they hoped some miracle to interpose in their behalf. Their obstinate resistance

(says an ancient chronicler) shows the grief with which they yielded up the Vega, which was to them a

paradise and heaven. Exerting all the strength of their arms, they embraced, as it were, that most beloved soil,

from which neither wounds nor defeats, nor death itself, could part them. They stood firm, battling for it with

the united force of love and grief, never drawing back the foot while they had hands to fight or fortune to

The moors now shut themselves up gloomily within their walls; there were no longer any daring sallies from

their gates, and even the martial clangor of the drum and trumpet, which had continually resounded within the

warrior city, was now seldom heard from its battlements. In the midst of this deep despondency a single

disaster in the Christian camp for a moment lit up a ray of hope in the bosom of the Moors.

The setting sun of a hot summer's day, on the 10th of July, shone splendidly upon the Christian camp, which

was in a bustle of preparation for the next day's service, when an attack was meditated on the city. The camp

made a glorious appearance. The various tents of the royal family and the attendant nobles were adorned with

rich hangings and sumptuous devices and costly furniture, forming, as it were, a little city of silk and brocade,

where the pinnacles of pavilions of various gay colors, surmounted with waving standards and fluttering

pennons, might vie with the domes and minarets of the capital they were besieging.

In the midst of this little gaudy metropolis the lofty tent of the queen domineered over the rest like a stately

palace. The marques of Cadiz had courteously surrendered his own tent to the queen: it was the most

complete and sumptuous in Christendom, and had been carried about with him throughout the war. In the

centre rose a stately alfaneque, or pavilion, in Oriental taste, the rich hangings being supported by columns of

lances and ornamented with martial devices. This central pavilion, or silken tower, was surrounded by other

compartments, some of painted linen lined with silk, and all separated from each other by curtains. It was one

of those camp palaces which are raised and demolished in an instant like the city of canvas which surrounds

As the evening advanced the bustle in the camp subsided. Every one sought repose, preparatory to the next

day's trial. The king retired early, that he might be up with the crowing of the cock to head the destroying

army in person. All stir of military preparation was hushed in the royal quarters: the very sound of minstrelsy

was mute, and not the tinkling of a guitar was to be heard from the tents of the fair ladies of the court.

The queen had retired to the innermost part of her pavilion, where she was performing her orisons before a

private altar: perhaps the peril to which the king might be exposed in the next day's foray inspired her with

more than usual devotion. While thus at her prayers she was suddenly aroused by a glare of light and wreaths

of suffocating smoke. In an instant the whole tent was in a blaze: there was a high gusty wind, which whirled

Isabella had barely time to save herself by instant flight. Her first thought on being extricated from her tent

was for the safety of the king. She rushed to his tent, but the vigilant Ferdinand was already at the entrance of

it. Starting from bed on the first alarm and fancying it an assault of the enemy, he had seized his sword and

The late gorgeous camp was now a scene of wild confusion. The flames kept spreading from one pavilion to

another, glaring upon the rich armor and golden and silver vessels, which seemed melting in the fervent heat.

Many of the soldiers had erected booths and bowers of branches, which, being dry, crackled and blazed and

added to the rapid conflagration. The ladies of the court fled, shrieking and half dressed, from their tents.

There was an alarm of drum and trumpet, and a distracted hurry about the camp of men half armed. The

prince Juan had been snatched out of bed by an attendant and conveyed to the quarters of the count de Cabra,

which were at the entrance of the camp. The loyal count immediately summoned his people and those of his

cousin Don Alonso de Montemayor, and formed a guard round the tent in which the prince was sheltered.

The idea that this was a stratagem of the Moors soon subsided, but it was feared they might take advantage of

it to assault the camp. The marques of Cadiz, therefore, sallied forth with three thousand horse to check any

advance from the city. As they passed along the whole camp was a scene of hurry and consternationsome

hastening to their posts at the call of drum and trumpet; some attempting to save rich effects and glittering

When they emerged from the camp they found the whole firmament illuminated. The flames whirled up in

long light spires, and the air was filled with sparks and cinders. A bright glare was thrown upon the city,

revealing every battlement and tower. Turbaned heads were seen gazing from every roof, and armor gleamed

along the walls, yet not a single warrior sallied from the gates: the Moors suspected some stratagem on the

part of the Christians and kept quietly within their walls. By degrees the flames expired; the city faded from

sight; all again became dark and quiet, and the marques of Cadiz returned with his cavalry to the camp.

When the day dawned on the Christian camp nothing remained of that beautiful assemblage of stately

pavilions but heaps of smouldering rubbish, with helms and corselets and other furniture of war, and masses

of melted gold and silver glittering among the ashes. The wardrobe of the queen was entirely destroyed, and

there was an immense loss in plate, jewels, costly stuffs, and sumptuous armor of the luxurious nobles. The

fire at first had been attributed to treachery, but on investigation it proved to be entirely accidental. The queen

on retiring to her prayers had ordered her lady in attendance to remove a light burning near her couch, lest it

should prevent her sleeping. Through heedlessness, the taper was placed in another part of the tent near the

hangings, which, being blown against it by a gust of wind, immediately took fire.

The wary Ferdinand knew the sanguine temperament of the Moors, and hastened to prevent their deriving

confidence from the night's disaster. At break of day the drums and trumpets sounded to arms, and the

Christian army issued forth from among the smoking ruins of their camp in shining squadrons, with flaunting

banners and bursts of martial melody, as though the preceding night had been a time of high festivity instead

The Moors had beheld the conflagration with wonder and perplexity. When the day broke and they looked

toward the Christian camp, they saw nothing but a dark smoking mass. Their scouts came in with the joyful

intelligence that the whole camp was a scene of ruin. In the exultation of the moment they flattered

themselves with hopes that the catastrophe would discourage the besiegersthat, as in former years, their

invasion would end with the summer and they would withdraw before the autumnal rains.

The measures of Ferdinand and Isabella soon crushed these hopes. They gave orders to build a regular city

upon the site of their camp, to convince the Moors that the siege was to endure until the surrender of

Granada. Nine of the principal cities of Spain were charged with the stupendous undertaking, and they

emulated each other with a zeal worthy of the cause. "It verily seems," says Fray Antonio Agapida, "as

though some miracle operated to aid this pious work, so rapidly did arise a formidable city, with solid

edifices and powerful walls and mighty towers, where lately had been seen nothing but tents and light

pavilions. The city was traversed by two principal streets in form of a cross, terminating in four gates facing

the four winds, and in the centre was a vast square where the whole army might be assembled. To this city it

was proposed to give the name of Isabella, so dear to the army and the nation, but that pious princess," adds

Antonio Agapida, "calling to mind the holy cause in which it was erected, gave it the name of Santa Fe (or

the City of the Holy Faith), and it remains to this day a monument of the piety and glory of the Catholic

Hither the merchants soon resorted from all points. Long trains of mules were seen every day entering and

departing from its gates; the streets were crowded with magazines filled with all kinds of costly and luxurious

merchandise; a scene of bustling commerce and prosperity took place, while unhappy Granada remained shut

The besieged city now began to suffer the distress of famine. Its supplies were all cut off; a cavalgada of

flocks and herds and mules laden with money, coming to the relief of the city from the mountains of the

Alpuxarras, was taken by the marques of Cadiz and led in triumph to the camp in sight of the suffering

Moors. Autumn arrived, but the harvests had been swept from the face of the country; a rigorous winter was

approaching and the city was almost destitute of provisions. The people sank into deep despondency. They

called to mind all that had been predicted by astrologers at the birth of their illstarred sovereign, and all that

Boabdil was alarmed by the gathering dangers from without and by the clamors of his starving people. He

summoned a council, composed of the principal officers of the army, the alcaydes of the fortresses, the xequis

or sages of the city, and the alfaquis or doctors of the faith. They assembled in the great Hall of Audience of

the Alhambra, and despair was painted in their countenances. Boabdil demanded of them what was to be

done in the present extremity, and their answer was, "Surrender." The venerable Abul Casim, governor of the

city, represented its unhappy state: "Our granaries are nearly exhausted, and no further supplies are to be

expected. The provender for the warhorses is required as sustenance for the soldiery; the very horses

themselves are killed for food; of seven thousand steeds which once could be sent into the field, three

hundred only remain. Our city contains two hundred thousand inhabitants, old and young, with each a mouth

The xequis and principal citizens declared that the people could no longer sustain the labors and sufferings of

a defence. "And of what avail is our defence," said they, "when the enemy is determined to persist in the

The heart of Boabdil was touched by this appeal, and he maintained a gloomy silence. He had cherished some

faint hope of relief from the soldan of Egypt or the Barbary powers, but it was now at an end; even if such

assistance were to be sent, he had no longer a seaport where it might debark. The counsellors saw that the

resolution of the king was shaken, and they united their voices in urging him to capitulate.

Muza alone rose in opposition. "It is yet too early," said he, "to talk of surrender. Our means are not

exhausted; we have yet one source of strength remaining, terrible in its effects, and which often has achieved

the most signal victoriesit is our despair. Let us rouse the mass of the peoplelet us put weapons in their

hands let us fight the enemy to the very utmost until we rush upon the points of their lances. I am ready to

lead the way into the thickest of their squadrons; and much rather would I be numbered among those who fell

in the defence of Granada than of those who survived to capitulate for her surrender."

The words of Muza were without effect, for they were addressed to brokenspirited and heartless men, or

men, perhaps, to whom sad experience had taught discretion. They were arrived at that state of public

depression when heroes and heroism are no longer regarded, and when old men and their counsels rise into

importance. Boabdil el Chico yielded to the general voice: it was determined to capitulate with the Christian

sovereigns, and the venerable Abul Casim was sent forth to the camp empowered to treat for terms.

The old governor Abul Casim was received with great courtesy by Ferdinand and Isabella, who, being

informed of the purport of his embassy, granted the besieged a truce of sixty days from the 5th of October,

and appointed Gonsalvo of Cordova and Hernando de Zafra, the secretary of the king, to treat about the terms

of surrender with such commissioners as might be named by Boabdil. The latter on his part named Abul

Casim, Aben Comixa the vizier, and the grand cadi. As a pledge of good faith Boabdil gave his son in

hostage, who was taken to Moclin, where he was treated with the greatest respect and attention by the good

The commissioners on both parts held repeated conferences in secret in the dead of the night at the village of

Churriana, those who first arrived at the place of meeting giving notice to the others by signal fires or by

means of spies. After many debates and much difficulty the capitulation was signed on the 25th of November.

According to this, the city was to be delivered up, with all its gates, towers and fortresses, within sixty days.

Boabdil and his principal cavaliers should perform the act of homage and take an oath of fealty to the

The Moors of Granada should become subjects of the Spanish sovereigns, retaining their possessions, their

arms and horses, and yielding up nothing but their artillery. They should be protected in the exercise of their

religion, and governed by their own laws, administered by cadis of their own faith under governors appointed

by the sovereigns. They should be exempted from tribute for three years, after which term they should pay

Those who chose to depart for Africa within three years should be provided with a passage for themselves

For the fulfilment of these articles five hundred hostages from the principal families were required previous

to the surrender, who should be treated with great respect and distinction by the Christians, and subsequently

restored. The son of the king of Granada and all other hostages in possession of the Castilian sovereigns were

Such are the main articles affecting the public weal which were agreed upon, after much discussion, by the

mixed commission. There were other articles, however, secretly arranged, which concerned the royal family.

These secured to Boabdil, to his wife Morayma, his mother Ayza, his brothers, and to Zoraya, the widow of

Muley Abul Hassan, all the landed possessions, houses, mills, baths, and other hereditaments which formed

the royal patrimony, with the power of selling them, personally or by agent, at any and all times. To Boabdil

was secured, moreover, his wealthy estates both in and out of Granada, and to him and his descendants in

perpetuity the lordships of various town and lands and fertile valleys in the Alpuxarras, forming a petty

sovereignty. In addition to all which it was stipulated that on the day of surrender he should receive thirty

The conditions of surrender being finally agreed upon by the commissioners, Abul Casim proceeded to the

royal camp at Santa Fe, where they were signed by Ferdinand and Isabella; he then returned to Granada,

accompanied by Hernando de Zafra, the royal secretary, to have the same ratified also by the Moorish king.

Boabdil assembled his council, and with a dejected countenance laid before it the articles of capitulation as

When the members of the council found the awful moment arrived when they were to sign and seal the

perdition of their empire and blot themselves out as a nation, all firmness deserted them, and many gave way

to tears. Muza alone retained an unaltered mien. "Leave, seniors," cried he, "this idle lamentation to helpless

women and children: we are menwe have hearts, not to shed tender tears, but drops of blood. I see the

spirit of the people so cast down that it is impossible to save the kingdom. Yet there still remains an

alternative for noble mindsa glorious death! Let us die defending our liberty and avenging the woes of

Granada. Our mother earth will receive her children into her bosom, safe from the chains and oppressions of

the conqueror, or, should any fail a sepulchre to hide his remains, he will not want a sky to cover him. Allah

Muza ceased to speak, and a dead silence reigned in the assembly. Boabdil looked anxiously round and

scanned every face, but he read in all the anxiety of careworn men, in whose hearts enthusiasm was dead and

who had grown callous to every chivalrous appeal. "Allah Akbar!" exclaimed he; "there is no God but God,

and Mahomet is his prophet! We have no longer forces in the city and the kingdom to resist our powerful

enemies. It is in vain to struggle against the will of Heaven. Too surely was it written in the book of fate that I

"Allah Akbar!" echoed the viziers and alfaquis; "the will of God be done!" So they all agreed with the king

that these evils were preordained, that it was hopeless to contend with them, and that the terms offered by the

When Muza heard them assent to the treaty of surrender he rose in violent indignation. "Do not deceive

yourselves," cried he, "nor think the Christians will be faithful to their promises, or their king as

magnanimous in conquest as he has been victorious in war. Death is the least we have to fear. It is the

plundering and sacking of our city, the profanation of our mosques, the ruin of our homes, the violation of

our wives and daughters, cruel oppression, bigoted intolerance, whips and chains, the dungeon, the fagot, and

the stake: such are the miseries and indignities we shall see and suffer; at least those grovelling souls will see

and suffer them who now shrink from an honorable death. For my part, by Allah, I will never witness them!"

With these words he left the councilchamber, and passed gloomily through the Court of Lions and the outer

halls of the Alhambra without deigning to speak to the obsequious courtiers who attended in them. He

repaired to his dwelling, armed himself at all points, mounted his favorite warhorse, and, issuing from the

The capitulation for the surrender of Granada was signed on the 25th of November, 1481, and produced a

sudden cessation of those hostilities which had raged for so many years. Christian and Moor might now be

seen mingling courteously on the banks of the Xenil and the Darro, where to have met a few days previous

would have produced a scene of sanguinary contest. Still, as the Moors might be suddenly roused to the

defence if within the allotted term of sixty days succors should arrive from abroad, and as they were at all

times a rash, inflammable people, the wary Ferdinand maintained a vigilant watch upon the city and

permitted no supplies of any kind to enter. His garrisons in the seaports and his cruisers in the Straits of

Gibraltar were ordered likewise to guard against any relief from the grand soldan of Egypt or the princes of

Barbary. There was no need of such precautions. Those powers were either too much engrossed by their own

wars or too much daunted by the success of the Spanish arms to interfere in a desperate cause, and the

The month of December had nearly passed away: the famine became extreme, and there was no hope of any

favorable event within the term specified in the capitulation. Boabdil saw that to hold out to the end of the

allotted time would but be to protract the miseries of his people. With the consent of his council he

determined to surrender the city on the sixth of January. He accordingly sent his grand vizier, Yusef Aben

Comixa, to King Ferdinand to make known his intention, bearing him, at the same time, a present of a

The unfortunate Boabdil was doomed to meet with trouble to the end of his career. The very next day the

santon or dervise, Hamet Aben Zarrax, the same who had uttered prophecies and excited commotions on

former occasions, suddenly made his appearance. Whence he came no one knew: it was rumored that he had

been in the mountains of the Alpuxarras and on the coast of Barbary endeavoring to rouse the Moslems to the

relief of Granada. He was reduced to a skeleton; his eyes glowed like coals in their sockets, and his speech

was little better than frantic raving. He harangued the populace in the streets and squares, inveighed against

the capitulation, denounced the king and nobles as Moslems only in name, and called upon the people to sally

forth against the unbelievers, for that Allah had decreed them a signal victory.

Upward of twenty thousand of the populace seized their arms and paraded the streets with shouts and

outcries. The shops and houses were shut up; the king himself did not dare to venture forth, but remained a

The turbulent multitude continued roaming and shouting and howling about the city during the day and a part

of the night. Hunger and a wintry tempest tamed their frenzy, and when morning came the enthusiast who

had led them on had disappeared. Whether he had been disposed of by the emissaries of the king or by the

Boabdil now issued from the Alhambra, attended by his principal nobles, and harangued the populace. He set

forth the necessity of complying with the capitulation, from the famine that reigned in the city, the futility of

defence, and from the hostages having already been delivered into the hands of the besiegers.

In the dejection of his spirits the unfortunate Boabdil attributed to himself the miseries of the country. "It was

my crime in ascending the throne in rebellion against my father," said he, mournfully, "which has brought

these woes upon the kingdom; but Allah has grievously visited my sins upon my head. For your sake, my

people, I have now made this treaty, to protect you from the sword, your little ones from famine, your wives

and daughters from outrage, and to secure you in the enjoyment of your properties, your liberties, your laws,

and your religion under a sovereign of happier destinies than the illstarred Boabdil."

The versatile population were touched by the humility of their sovereign: they agreed to adhere to the

capitulation, and there was even a faint shout of "Long live Boabdil the Unfortunate!" and they all returned to

Boabdil immediately sent missives to King Ferdinand apprising him of these events, and of his fears lest

further delay should produce new tumults. The vizier, Yusef Aben Comixa, was again the agent between the

monarchs. He was received with unusual courtesy and attention by Ferdinand and Isabella, and it was

arranged between them that the surrender should take place on the second day of January, instead of the sixth.

A new difficulty now arose in regard to the ceremonial of surrender. The haughty Ayxa la Horra, whose pride

rose with the decline of her fortunes, declared that as sultanamother she would never consent that her son

should stoop to the humiliation of kissing the hand of his conquerors, and unless this part of the ceremonial

were modified she would find means to resist a surrender accompanied by such indignities.

Aben Comixa was sorely troubled by this opposition. He knew the high spirit of the indomitable Ayxa and

her influence over her less heroic son, and wrote an urgent letter on the subject to his friend, the count de

Tendilla. The latter imparted the circumstance to the Christian sovereigns; a council was called on the matter.

Spanish pride and etiquette were obliged to bend in some degree to the haughty spirit of a woman. It was

agreed that Boabdil should sally forth on horsebackthat on approaching the Spanish sovereigns he should

make a slight movement, as if about to draw his foot from the stirrup and dismount, but would be prevented

from doing so by Ferdinand, who should treat him with a respect due to his dignity and elevated birth. The

count de Tendilla despatched a messenger with this arrangement, and the haughty scruples of Ayxa la Horra

*Salazar de Mendoza, Chron. del Gran Cardinal, lib. 1, c. 69, p. 1; Mondajar, His. MS., as cited by Alcantara,

The night preceding the surrender was a night of doleful lamentings within the walls of the Alhambra, for the

household of Boabdil were preparing to take a last farewell of that delightful abode. All the royal treasures

and most precious effects were hastily packed upon mules; the beautiful apartments were despoiled, with

tears and wailings, by their own inhabitants. Before the dawn of day a mournful cavalcade moved obscurely

out of a postern gate of the Alhambra and departed through one of the most retired quarters of the city. It was

composed of the family of the unfortunate Boabdil, which he sent off thus privately, that they might not be

exposed to the eyes of scoffers or the exultation of the enemy. The mother of Boabdil, the sultana Ayxa la

Horra, rode on in silence, with dejected yet dignified demeanor; but his wife Morayma and all the females of

his household gave way to loud lamentations as they looked back upon their favorite abode, now a mass of

gloomy towers behind them. They were attended by the ancient domestics of the household, and by a small

guard of veteran Moors loyally attached to the fallen monarch, and who would have sold their lives dearly in

defence of his family. The city was yet buried in sleep as they passed through its silent streets. The guards at

the gate shed tears as they opened it for their departure. They paused not, but proceeded along the banks of

the Xenil on the road that leads to the Alpuxarras, until they arrived at a hamlet at some distance from the

city, where they halted and waited until they should be joined by King Boabdil. The night which had passed

so gloomily in the sumptuous halls of the Alhambra had been one of joyful anticipation in the Christian

camp. In the evening proclamation had been made that Granada was to be surrendered on the following day,

and the troops were all ordered to assemble at an early hour under their several banners. The cavaliers, pages,

and esquires were all charged to array themselves in their richest and most splendid style for the occasion,

and even the royal family determined to lay by the mourning they had recently assumed for the sudden death

of the prince of Portugal, the husband of the princess Isabella. In a clause of the capitulation it had been

stipulated that the troops destined to take possession should not traverse the city, but should ascend to the

Alhambra by a road opened for the purpose outside of the walls. This was to spare the feelings of the afflicted

inhabitants, and to prevent any angry collision between them and their conquerors. So rigorous was

Ferdinand in enforcing this precaution that the soldiers were prohibited under pain of death from leaving the

The rising sun had scarce shed his rosy beams upon the snowy summits of the Sierra Nevada when three

signal guns boomed heavily from the lofty fortress of the Alhambra. It was the concerted sign that all was

ready for the surrender. The Christian army forthwith poured out of the city, or rather camp, of Santa Fe, and

advanced across the Vega. The king and queen, with the prince and princess, the dignitaries and ladies of the

court, took the lead, accompanied by the different orders of monks and friars, and surrounded by the royal

guards splendidly arrayed. The procession moved slowly forward, and paused at the village of Armilla, at the

In the mean time, the grand cardinal of Spain, Don Pedro Gonzalez de Mendoza, escorted by three thousand

foot and a troop of cavalry, and accompanied by the commander Don Gutierrez de Cardenas and a number of

prelates and hidalgos, crossed the Xenil and proceeded in the advance to ascend to the Alhambra and take

possession of that royal palace and fortress. The road which had been opened for the purpose led by the

Puerta de los Molinos, or Gate of Mills, up a defile to the esplanade on the summit of the Hill of Martyrs. At

the approach of this detachment the Moorish king sallied forth from a postern gate of the Alhambra, having

left his vizier, Yusef Aben Comixa, to deliver up the palace. The gate by which he sallied passed through a

lofty tower of the outer wall, called the Tower of the Seven Floors (de los siete suelos). He was accompanied

by fifty cavaliers, and approached the grand cardinal on foot. The latter immediately alighted, and advanced

to meet him with the utmost respect. They stepped aside a few paces, and held a brief conversation in an

under tone, when Boabdil, raising his voice, exclaimed, "Go, senor, and take possession of those fortresses in

the name of the powerful sovereigns to whom God has been pleased to deliver them in reward of their great

merits and in punishment of the sins of the Moors." The grand cardinal sought to console him in his reverses,

and offered him the use of his own tent during any time he might sojourn in the camp. Boabdil thanked him

for the courteous offer, adding some words of melancholy import, and then, taking leave of him gracefully,

passed mournfully on to meet the Catholic sovereigns, descending to the Vega by the same road by which the

cardinal had come. The latter, with the prelates and cavaliers who attended him, entered the Alhambra, the

gates of which were thrown wide open by the alcayde Aben Comixa. At the same time the Moorish guards

yielded up their arms, and the towers and battlements were taken possession of by the Christian troops.

While these transactions were passing in the Alhambra and its vicinity the sovereigns remained with their

retinue and guards near the village of Armilla, their eyes fixed on the towers of the royal fortress, watching

for the appointed signal of possession. The time that had elapsed since the departure of the detachment

seemed to them more than necessary for the purpose, and the anxious mind of Ferdinand began to entertain

doubts of some commotion in the city. At length they saw the silver cross, the great standard of this crusade,

elevated on the Torre de la Vela, or Great Watchtower, and sparkling in the sunbeams. This was done by

Hernando de Talavera, bishop of Avila. Beside it was planted the pennon of the glorious apostle St. James,

and a great shout of "Santiago! Santiago!" rose throughout the army. Lastly was reared the royal standard by

the kingatarms, with the shout of "Castile! Castile! for King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella!" The words

were echoed by the whole army, with acclamations that resounded across the Vega. At sight of these signals

of possession the sovereigns sank upon their knees, giving thanks to God for this great triumph; the whole

assembled host followed their example, and the choristers of the royal chapel broke forth into the solemn

The king now advanced with a splendid escort of cavalry and the sound of trumpets, until he came to a small

mosque near the banks of the Xenil, and not far from the foot of the Hill of Martyrs, which edifice remains to

the present day consecrated as the hermitage of St. Sebastian. Here he beheld the unfortunate king of Granada

approaching on horseback at the head of his slender retinue. Boabdil as he drew near made a movement to

dismount, but, as had previously been concerted, Ferdinand prevented him. He then offered to kiss the king's

hand, which according to arrangement was likewise declined, whereupon he leaned forward and kissed the

king's right arm; at the same time he delivered the keys of the city with an air of mingled melancholy and

resignation. "These keys," said he, "are the last relics of the Arabian empire in Spain: thine, O king, are our

trophies, our kingdom, and our person. Such is the will of God! Receive them with the clemency thou hast

King Ferdinand restrained his exultation into an air of serene magnanimity. "Doubt not our promises," replied

he, "nor that thou shalt regain from our friendship the prosperity of which the fortune of war has deprived

Being informed that Don Inigo Lopez de Mendoza, the good count of Tendilla, was to be governor of the

city, Boabdil drew from his finger a gold ring set with a precious stone and presented it to the count. "With

this ring," said he, "Granada has been governed; take it and govern with it, and God make you more fortunate

*This ring remained in the possession of the descendants of the count until the death of the marques Don

Inigo, the last male heir, who died in Malaga, without children, in 1656. The ring was then lost through

inadvertence and ignorance of its value, Dona Maria, the sister of the marques, being absent in

He then proceeded to the village of Armilla, where the queen Isabella remained with her escort and

attendants. The queen, like her husband, declined all acts of homage, and received him with her accustomed

grace and benignity. She at the same time delivered to him his son, who had been held as a hostage for the

fulfilment of the capitulation. Boabdil pressed his child to his bosom with tender emotion, and they seemed

Having rejoined his family, the unfortunate Boabdil continued on toward the Alpuxarras, that he might not

behold the entrance of the Christians into his capital. His devoted band of cavaliers followed him in gloomy

silence, but heavy sighs burst from their bosoms as shouts of joy and strains of triumphant music were borne

Having rejoined his family, Boabdil set forth with a heavy heart for his allotted residence in the valley of

Purchena. At two leagues' distance the cavalcade, winding into the skirts of the Alpuxarras, ascended an

eminence commanding the last view of Granada. As they arrived at this spot the Moors paused involuntarily

to take a farewell gaze at their beloved city, which a few steps more would shut from their sight for ever.

Never had it appeared so lovely in their eyes. The sunshine, so bright in that transparent climate, lit up each

tower and minaret, and rested gloriously upon the crowning battlements of the Alhambra, while the Vega

spread its enamelled bosom of verdure below, glistening with the silver windings of the Xenil. The Moorish

cavaliers gazed with a silent agony of tenderness and grief upon that delicious abode, the scene of their loves

and pleasures. While they yet looked a light cloud of smoke burst forth from the citadel, and presently a peal

of artillery, faintly heard, told that the city was taken possession of, and the throne of the Moslem kings was

lost for ever. The heart of Boabdil, softened by misfortunes and overcharged with grief, could no longer

contain itself. "Allah Akbar! God is great!" said he but the words of resignation died upon his lips and he

The mother, the intrepid Ayxa, was indignant at his weakness. "You do well," said she, "to weep like a

The vizier Aben Comixa endeavored to console his royal master. "Consider, senor," said he, "that the most

signal misfortunes often render men as renowned as the most prosperous achievements, provided they sustain

The unhappy monarch, however, was not to be consoled; his tears continued to flow. "Allah Akbar!"

From this circumstance the hill, which is not far from Padul, took the name of Feg Allah Akbar, but the point

of view commanding the last prospect of Granada is known among Spaniards by the name of "El ultimo

Queen Isabella having joined the king, the royal pair, followed by a triumphant host, passed up the road by

the Hill of Martyrs, and thence to the main entrance of the Alhambra. The grand cardinal awaited them under

the lofty arch of the great Gate of Justice, accompanied by Don Gutierrez de Cardenas and Aben Comixa.

Here King Ferdinand gave the keys which had been delivered up to him into the hands of the queen; they

were passed successively into the hands of the prince Juan, the grand cardinal, and finally into those of the

count de Tendilla, in whose custody they remained, that brave cavalier having been named alcayde of the

The sovereigns did not remain long in the Alhambra on this first visit, but, leaving a strong garrison there

under the count de Tendilla to maintain tranquillity in the palace and the subjacent city, returned to the camp

We must not omit to mention a circumstance attending the surrender of the city which spoke eloquently to the

hearts of the victors. As the royal army had advanced in all the pomp of courtly and chivalrous array, a

procession of a different kind came forth to meet it. This was composed of more than five hundred Christian

captives, many of whom had languished for years in Moorish dungeons. Pale and emaciated, they came

clanking their chains in triumph and shedding tears of joy. They were received with tenderness by the

sovereigns. The king hailed them as good Spaniards, as men loyal and brave, as martyrs to the holy cause; the

queen distributed liberal relief among them with her own hands, and they passed on before the squadrons of

The sovereigns forebore to enter the city until it should be fully occupied by their troops and public

tranquillity ensured. All this was done under the vigilant superintendence of the count de Tendilla, assisted by

the marques of Villena, and the glistening of Christian helms and lances along the walls and bulwarks, and

the standards of the faith and of the realm daunting from the towers, told that the subjugation of the city was

complete. The proselyte prince, Cid Hiaya, now known by the Christian appellation of Don Pedro de Granada

Vanegas,* was appointed chief alguazil of the city, and had charge of the Moorish inhabitants, and his son,

lately the prince Alnayar, now Alonso de Granada Vanegas, was appointed admiral of the fleet.

*Cid Hiaya was made cavalier of the order of Santiago. He and his son intermarried with the Spanish

nobility, and the marqueses of Compotejar are among their descendants. Their portraits and the portraits of

their grandsons are to be seen in one of the rooms of the Generalife at Granada.

It was on the sixth of January, the Day of Kings and festival of the Epiphany, that the sovereigns made their

triumphant entry with grand military parade. First advanced, we are told, a splendid escort of cavaliers in

burnished armor and superbly mounted. Then followed the prince Juan, glittering with jewels and diamonds;

on each side of him, mounted on mules, rode the grand cardinal, clothed in purple, Fray Hernando de

Talavera, bishop of Airla and the archbishopelect of Granada. To these succeeded the queen and her ladies,

and the king, managing in galliard style, say the Spanish chroniclers, a proud and mettlesome steed (un

caballo arrogante). Then followed the army in shining columns, with flaunting banners and the inspiring

clamor of military music. The king and queen (says the worthy Fray Antonio Agapida) looked on this

occasion as more than mortal: the venerable ecclesiastics, to whose advice and zeal this glorious conquest

ought in a great measure be attributed, moved along with hearts swelling with holy exultation, but with

chastened and downcast looks of edifying humility; while the hardy warriors, in tossing plumes and shining

steel, seemed elevated with a stern joy at finding themselves in possession of this object of so many toils and

perils. As the streets resounded with the tramp of steeds and swelling peals of music the Moors buried

themselves in the deepest recesses of their dwellings. There they bewailed in secret the fallen glory of their

race, but suppressed their groans, lest they should be heard by their enemies and increase their triumph.

The royal procession advanced to the principal mosque, which had been consecrated as a cathedral. Here the

sovereigns offered up prayers and thanksgivings, and the choir of the royal chapel chanted a triumphant

anthem, in which they were joined by all the courtiers and cavaliers. Nothing (says Fray Antonio Agapida)

could exceed the thankfulness to God of the pious king Ferdinand for having enabled him to eradicate from

Spain the empire and name of that accursed heathen race, and for the elevation of the cross in that city

wherein the impious doctrines of Mahomet had so long been cherished. In the fervor of his spirit he

supplicated from heaven a continuance of its grace and that this glorious triumph might be perpetuated.* The

prayer of the pious monarch was responded to by the people, and even his enemies were for once convinced

*The words of Fray Antonio Agapida are little more than an echo of those of the worthy Jesuit father Mariana

When the religious ceremonies were concluded the court ascended to the stately palace of the Alhambra and

entered by the great Gate of Justice. The halls lately occupied by turbaned infidels now rustled with stately

dames and Christian courtiers, who wandered with eager curiosity over this farfamed palace, admiring its

verdant courts and gushing fountains, its halls decorated with elegant arabesques and storied with

It had been a last request of the unfortunate Boabdiland one which showed how deeply he felt the

transition of his fatethat no person might be permitted to enter or depart by the gate of the Alhambra

through which he had sallied forth to surrender his capital. His request was granted; the portal was closed up,

*Garibay, Compend. Hist., lib. 40, c. 42. The existence of this gateway and the story connected with it are

perhaps known to few, but were identified in the researches made to verify this history. The gateway is at the

bottom of a tower at some distance from the main body of the Alhambra. The tower had been rent and ruined

by gunpowder at the time when the fortress was evacuated by the French. Great masses lie around half

covered by vines and fig trees. A poor man, by the name of Mateo Ximenes, who lives in one of the halls

among the ruins of the Alhambra, where his family has resided for many generations, pointed out to the

author the gateway, still closed up with stones. He remembered to have heard his father and grandfather say

that it had always been stopped up, and that out of it King Boabdil had gone when he surrendered Granada.

The route of the unfortunate king may be traced thence across the garden of the convent of Los Martyros, and

down a ravine beyond, through a street of gypsy caves and hovels, by the gate of Los Molinos, and so on to

the Hermitage of St. Sebastian. None but an antiquarian, however, will be able to trace it unless aided by the

The Spanish sovereigns fixed their throne in the presencechamber of the palace, so long the seat of Moorish

royalty. Hither the principal inhabitants of Granada repaired to pay them homage and kiss their hands in

token of vassalage, and their example was followed by deputies from all the towns and fortresses of the

Thus terminated the war of Granada, after ten years of incessant fighting, equalling (says Fray Antonio

Agapida) the farfamed siege of Troy in duration, and ending, like that, in the capture of the city. Thus ended

also the dominion of the Moors in Spain, having endured seven hundred and seventyeight years from the

memorable defeat of Roderick, the last of the Goths, on the banks of the Guadalete. The authentic Agapida is

uncommonly particular in fixing the epoch of this event. This great triumph of our holy Catholic faith,

according to his computation, took place in the beginning of January in the year of our Lord 1492, being 3655

years from the population of Spain by the patriarch Tubal, 3797 from the general deluge, 5453 from the

creation of the world, according to Hebrew calculation, and in the month Rabic, in the eight hundred and

ninetyseventh year of the Hegira, or flight of Mahomet, whom may God confound! saith the pious Agapida.

The Chronicle of the Conquest of Granada is finished, but the reader may be desirous of knowing the

The unfortunate Boabdil retired with his mother, his wife, his son, his sister, his vizier and bosomcounsellor

Aben Comixa, and many other relatives and friends, to the valley of Purchena, where a small but fertile

territory had been allotted him, comprising several towns of the Alpuxarras, with all their rights and revenues.

Here, surrounded by obedient vassals, devoted friends, and a loving family, and possessed of wealth

sufficient to enable him to indulge in his habitual luxury and magnificence, he for a time led a tranquil life,

and may have looked back upon his regal career as a troubled dream from which he had happily awaked.

Still, he appears to have pleased himself with a shadow of royalty, making occasionally progresses about his

little domains, visiting the different towns, receiving the homage of the inhabitants, and bestowing largesses

with a princely hand. His great delight, however, was in sylvan sports and exercises, with horses, hawks, and

hounds, being passionately fond of hunting and falconry, so as to pass weeks together in sporting campaigns

among the mountains. The jealous suspicions of Ferdinand followed him into his retreat. No exertions were

spared by the politically pious monarch to induce him to embrace the Christian religion as a means of

severing him in feelings and sympathies from his late subjects; but he remained true to the faith of his fathers,

and it must have added not a little to his humiliation to live a vassal under Christian sovereigns.

His obstinacy in this respect aggravated the distrust of Ferdinand, who, looking back upon the past

inconstancy of the Moors, could not feel perfectly secure in his newlyconquered territories while there was

one within their bounds who might revive pretensions to the throne and rear the standard of an opposite faith

in their behalf. He caused, therefore, a vigilant watch to be kept upon the dethroned monarch in his

retirement, and beset him with spies who were to report all his words and actions. The reader will probably be

surprised to learn that the foremost of these spies was Aben Comixa! Ever since the capture and release of the

niece of the vizier by the count de Tendilla, Aben Comixa had kept up a friendly correspondence with that

nobleman, and through this channel had gradually been brought over to the views of Ferdinand. Documents

which have gradually come to light leave little doubt that the vizier had been corrupted by the bribes and

promises of the Spanish king, and had greatly promoted his views in the capitulation of Granada. It is certain

that he subsequently received great estates from the Christian sovereigns. While residing in confidential

friendship with Boabdil in his retirement Aben Comixa communicated secretly with Hernando de Zafra, the

secretary of Ferdinand, who resided at Granada, giving him information of all Boabdil's movements, which

the secretary reported by letter to the king. Some of the letters of the secretary still exist in the archives of

Samancas, and have been recently published in the collection of unedited documents.*

*El rey Muley Babdali (Boabdil) y sus criados andan continuamente a casa con glagos y azores, y alla esta

agora en al campo de Dalias y en Verja, aunque su casa tiene en Andarax, y dican que estara alla por todo

The jealous doubts of Ferdinand were quickened by the letters of his spies. He saw in the hunting campaigns

and royal progresses of the exking a mode of keeping up a military spirit and a concerted intelligence

among the Moors of the Alpuxarras that might prepare them for future rebellion. By degrees the very

residence of Boabdil within the kingdom became incompatible with Ferdinand's ideas of security. He gave

his agents, therefore, secret instructions to work upon the mind of the deposed monarch, and induce him, like

El Zagal, to relinquish his Spanish estates for valuable considerations and retire to Africa. Boabdil, however,

was not to be persuaded: to the urgent suggestions of these perfidious counsellors he replied that he had given

up a kingdom to live in peace, and had no idea of going to a foreign land to encounter new troubles and to be

Ferdinand persisted in his endeavors, and found means more effectual of operating on the mind of Boabdil

and gradually disposing him to enter into negotiations. It would appear that Aben Comixa was secretly active

in this matter in the interests of the Spanish monarch, and was with him at Barcelona as the vizier and agent

of Boabdil. The latter, however, finding that his residence in the Alpuxarras was a cause of suspicion and

uneasiness to Ferdinand, determined to go himself to Barcelona, have a conference with the sovereigns, and

conduct all his negotiations with them in person. Zafra, the secretary of Ferdinand, who was ever on the alert,

wrote a letter from Granada apprising the king of Boabdil's intention, and that he was making preparations for

the journey. He received a letter in reply, charging him by subtle management to prevent, or at least delay, the

coming of Boabdil to court.* The crafty monarch trusted to effect through Aben Comixa as vizier and agent

of Boabdil an arrangement which it might be impossible to obtain from Boabdil himself. The politic plan was

carried into effect. Boabdil was detained at Andarax by the management of Zafra. In the mean time a

scandalous bargain was made on the 17th March, 1493, between Ferdinand and Aben Comixa, in which the

latter, as vizier and agent of Boabdil, though without any license or authority from him, made a sale of his

territory and the patrimonial property of the princesses for eighty thousand ducats of gold, and engaged that

he should depart for Africa, taking care, at the same time, to make conditions highly advantageous for

This bargain being hastily concluded, Yusef Aben Comixa loaded the treasure upon mules and departed for

the Alpuxarras. Here, spreading the money before Boabdil, "Senior," said he, "I have observed that as long as

you live here you are exposed to constant peril. The Moors are rash and irritable; they may make some

sudden insurrection, elevate your standard as a pretext, and thus overwhelm you and your friends with utter

ruin. I have observed also that you pine away with grief, being continually reminded in this country that you

were once its sovereign, but never more must hope to reign. I have put an end to these evils. Your territory is

soldbehold the price of it! With this gold you may buy far greater possessions in Africa, where you may

When Boabdil heard these words he burst into a sudden transport of rage, and, drawing his scimetar, would

have sacrificed the officious Yusef on the spot had not the attendants interfered and hurried the vizier from

The rage of Boabdil gradually subsided: he saw that he had been duped and betrayed, but he knew the spirit

of Ferdinand too well to hope that he would retract the bargain, however illegitimately effected. He contented

himself, therefore, with obtaining certain advantageous modifications, and then prepared to bid a final adieu

It took some months to make the necessary arrangements, or, rather, his departure was delayed by a severe

domestic affliction. Morayma, his gentle and affectionate wife, worn out by agitations and alarms, was

gradually sinking into the grave, a prey to devouring melancholy. Her death took place toward the end of

August. Hernando de Zafra apprised King Ferdinand of the event as one propitious to his purposes, removing

an obstacle to the embarkation, which was now fixed for the month of September. Zafra was instructed to

The embarkation, however, did not take place until some time in the month of October. A caracca had been

prepared at the port of Adra for Boabdil and his immediate family and friends. Another caracca and two

galliots received a number of faithful adherents, amounting, it is said, to eleven hundred and thirty, who

A crowd of his former subjects witnessed his embarkation. As the sails were unfurled and swelled to the

breeze, and the vessel bearing Boabdil parted from the land, the spectators would fain have given him a

farewell cheering; but the humbled state of their once proud sovereign forced itself upon their minds, and the

ominous surname of his youth rose involuntarily to their tongues: "Farewell, Boabdil! Allah preserve thee, 'El

Zogoybi!'" burst spontaneously from their lips. The unlucky appellation sank into the heart of the expatriated

monarch, and tears dimmed his eyes as the snowy summits of the mountains of Granada gradually faded from

He was received with welcome at the court of his relative, Muley Ahmed, caliph of Fez, the same who had

treated El Zagal with such cruelty in his exile. For thirtyfour years he resided in this court, treated with great

consideration, and built a palace or alcazar at Fez, in which, it is said, he endeavored to emulate the beauties

The last we find recorded of him is in the year 1536, when he followed the caliph to the field to repel the

invasion of two brothers of the famous line of the Xerifes, who at the head of Berber troops had taken the city

of Morocco and threatened Fez. The armies came in sight of each other on the banks of the Guadal Hawit, or

river of slaves, at the ford of Balcuba. The river was deep, the banks were high and broken, and the ford

could only be passed in single file; for three days the armies remained firing at each other across the stream,

neither venturing to attempt the dangerous ford. At length the caliph divided his army into three battalions:

the command of the first he gave to his brotherinlaw and to Aliatar, son of the old alcayde of Loxa;

another division he commanded himself; and the third, composed of his best marksmen, he put under the

command of his son, the prince of Fez, and Boabdil, now a grayhaired veteran. The last mentioned column

took the lead, dashed boldly across the ford, scrambled up the opposite bank, and attempted to keep the

enemy employed until the other battalions should have time to cross. The rebel army, however, attacked them

with such fury that the son of the king of Fez and several of the bravest alcaydes were slain upon the spot;

multitudes were driven back into the river, which was already crowded with passing troops. A dreadful

confusion took place; the horse trampled upon the foot; the enemy pressed on them with fearful slaughter;

those who escaped the sword perished by the stream; the river was choked by the dead bodies of men and

horses and by the scattered baggage of the army. In this scene of horrible carnage fell Boabdil, truly called El

Zogoybi, or the Unluckyan instance, says the ancient chronicler, of the scornful caprice of fortune, dying

in defence of the kingdom of another after wanting spirit to die in defence of his own.*

*Marmol, Descrip. de Africa, p. 1, 1. 2, c. 40; idem, Hist. Reb. de los Moros, lib. 1, c. 21.

The aspersion of the chronicler is more caustic than correct. Boabdil never showed a want of courage in the

defence of Granada, but he wanted firmness and decision: he was beset from the first by perplexities, and

ultimately by the artifices of Ferdinand and the treachery of those in whom he most confided.*

*In revising this account of the ultimate fortunes of Boabdil the author has availed himself of facts recently

brought out in Alcantara's History of Granada, which throw strong lights on certain parts of the subject

Notwithstanding the deadly rivalship of this youthful sultana with Ayxa la Horra, the virtuous mother of

Boabdil, and the disasters to which her ambitious intrigues gave rise, the placable spirit of Boabdil bore her

no lasting enmity. After the death of his father he treated her with respect and kindness, and evinced a

brotherly feeling toward her sons Cad and Nazar. In the capitulations for the surrender of Granada he took

care of her interests, and the possessions which he obtained for her were in his neighborhood in the valleys of

the Alpuxarras. Zoraya, however, under the influence of Queen Isabella, returned to the Christian faith, the

religion of her infancy, and resumed her Spanish name of Isabella. Her two sons, Cad and Nazar, were

baptized under the names of Don Fernando and Don Juan de Granada, and were permitted to take the titles of

infantas or princes. They intermarried with noble Spanish families, and the dukes of Granada, resident in

Valladolid, are descendants of Don Juan (once Nazar), and preserve to the present day the blazon of their

royal ancestor, Muley Abul Hassan, and his motto, Le Galib ile Ala, God alone is conqueror.

An ancient chronicle which has long remained in manuscript, but has been published of late years in the

collection of Spanish historical documents,* informs us of the subsequent fortunes of the perfidious Aben

Comixa. Discarded and despised by Boabdil for his treachery, he repaired to the Spanish court, and obtained

favor in the eyes of the devout queen Isabella by embracing the Christian religion, being baptized under her

auspices with the name of Don Juan de Granada. He even carried his zeal for his newlyadopted creed so far

as to become a Franciscan friar. By degrees his affected piety grew cool and the friar's garb became irksome.

Taking occasion of the sailing of some Venetian galleys from Almeria, he threw off his religious habit,

embarked on board of one of them, and crossed to Africa, where he landed in the dress of a Spanish cavalier.

In a private interview with Abderraman, the Moorish king of Bujia, he related his whole history, and declared

that he had always been and still was at heart a true Mahometan. Such skill had he in inspiring confidence

that the Moorish king took him into favor and appointed him governor of Algiers. While enjoying his new

dignity a Spanish squadron of four galleys, under the celebrated count Pedro de Navarro, anchored in the

harbor in 1509. Aben Comixa paid the squadron a visit of ceremony in his capacity of governor, gave the

count repeated fetes, and in secret conversations with him laid open all the affairs of the king of Bujia, and

offered, if the count should return with sufficient force, to deliver the city into his hands and aid him in

conquering the whole territory. The count hastened back to Spain and made known the proposed treachery to

the Cardinal Ximenes, then prime minister of Spain. In the following month of January he was sent with

thirty vessels and four thousand soldiers to achieve the enterprise. The expedition of Navarro was successful.

He made himself master of Bujia and seized in triumph on the royal palace, but he found there the base Aben

Comixa weltering in his blood and expiring under numerous wounds. His treachery had been discovered, and

The renowned Roderigo Ponce de Leon, marquesduke of Cadiz, was unquestionably the most distinguished

among the cavaliers of Spain for his zeal, enterprise, and heroism in the great crusade of Granada. He began

the war by the capture of Alhama; he was engaged in almost every inroad and siege of importance during its

continuance; and was present at the surrender of the capital, the closing scene of the conquest. The renown

death, which happened in the fortyeighth year of his age, almost immediately at the close of his triumphs

and before a leaf of his laurels had time to wither. He died at his palace in the city of Seville on the 27th day

of August, 1492, but a few months after the surrender of Granada, and of an illness caused by exposures and

fatigues undergone in this memorable war. That honest chronicler, Andres Bernaldez, the curate of Los

Palacios, who was a contemporary of the marques, draws his portrait from actual knowledge and observation.

He was universally cited (says he) as the most perfect model of chivalrous virtue of the age. He was

temperate, chaste, and rigidly devout, a benignant commander, a valiant defender of his vassals, a great lover

of justice, and an enemy to all flatterers, liars, robbers, traitors, and poltroons.

His ambition was of a lofty kind: he sought to distinguish himself and his family by heroic and resounding

deeds, and to increase the patrimony of his ancestors by the acquisition of castles, domains, vassals, and other

princely possessions. His recreations were all of a warlike nature; he delighted in geometry as applied to

fortifications, and spent much time and treasure in erecting and repairing fortresses. He relished music, but of

a military kindthe sound of clarions and sackbuts, of drums and trumpets. Like a true cavalier, he was a

protector of the sex on all occasions, and an injured woman never applied to him in vain for redress. His

prowess was so well known, and his courtesy to the fair, that the ladies of the court, when they accompanied

the queen to the wars, rejoiced to find themselves under his protection; for wherever his banner was displayed

the Moors dreaded to adventure. He was a faithful and devoted friend, but a formidable enemy; for he was

The death of this good and wellbeloved cavalier spread grief and lamentation throughout all ranks. His

relations, dependants, and companionsinarms put on mourning for his loss, and so numerous were they

that half of Seville was clad in black. None, however, deplored his death more deeply and sincerely than his

The funeral ceremonies were of the most solemn and sumptuous kind. The body of the marques was arrayed

in a costly shirt, a doublet of brocade, a sayo or long robe of black velvet, a marlota or Moorish tunic of

brocade reaching to the feet, and scarlet stockings. His sword, superbly gilt, was girded to his side, as he used

to wear it when in the field. Thus magnificently attired, the body was enclosed in a coffin which was covered

with black velvet and decorated with a cross of white damask. It was then placed on a sumptuous bier in the

centre of the great hall of the palace. Here the duchess made great lamentation over the body of her lord, in

which she was joined by her train of damsels and attendants, as well as by the pages and esquires and

In the close of the evening, just before the Ave Maria, the funeral train issued from the palace. Ten banners

were borne around the bier, the particular trophies of the marques won from the Moors by his valor in

individual enterprises before King Ferdinand had commenced the war of Granada. The procession was

swelled by an immense train of bishops, priests, and friars of different orders, together with the civil and

military authorities and all the chivalry of Seville, headed by the count of Cifuentes, at that time intendente or

commander of the city. It moved slowly and solemnly through the streets, stopping occasionally and chanting

litanies and responses. Two hundred and forty waxen tapers shed a light like the day about the bier. The

balconies and windows were crowded with ladies, who shed tears as the funeral train passed by, while the

women of the lower classes were loud in their lamentations, as if bewailing the loss of a father or a brother.

On approaching the convent of St. Augustine the monks came forth with the cross and tapers and eight

censers and conducted the body into the church, where it lay in state until all the vigils were performed by the

different orders, after which it was deposited in the family tomb of the Ponces in the same church, and the ten

The tomb of the valiant Roderigo Ponce de Leon, with his banners mouldering above it, remained for ages an

object of veneration with all who had read or heard of his virtues and achievements. In the year 1810,

however, the chapel was sacked by the French, its altars were overturned, and the sepulchres of the family of

the Ponces shattered to pieces. The present duchess of Benevente, the worthy descendant of this illustrious

and heroic line, has since piously collected the ashes of her ancestors, restored the altar, and repaired the

chapel. The sepulchres, however, were utterly destroyed: an inscription in gold letters on the wall of the

chapel to the right of the altar is all that denotes the place of sepulture of the brave Ponce de Leon.

To such as feel an interest in the fortune of the valiant Don Alonso de Aguilar, the chosen friend and

companioninarms of Ponce de Leon, marques of Cadiz, and one of the most distinguished heroes of the

war of Granada, a few particulars of his remarkable fate will not be unacceptable.

For several years after the conquest of Granada the country remained feverish and unquiet. The zealous

efforts of the Catholic clergy to effect the conversion of the infidels, and the coercion used for that purpose

by government, exasperated the stubborn Moors of the mountains. Several missionaries were maltreated, and

in the town of Dayrin two of them were seized and exhorted, with many menaces, to embrace the Moslem

faith; on their resolutely refusing they were killed with staves and stones by the Moorish women and

Upon this event a body of Christian cavaliers assembled in Andalusia to the number of eight hundred, and,

without waiting for orders from the king, revenged the death of these martyrs by plundering and laying waste

the Moorish towns and villages. The Moors fled to the mountains, and their cause was espoused by many of

their nation who inhabited those rugged regions. The storm of rebellion began to gather and mutter its

thunders in the Alpuxarras. They were echoed from the Serrania of Ronda, ever ready for rebellion, but the

strongest hold of the insurgents was in the Sierra[12]Bermeja, or chain of Red Mountains, which lie near the

When King Ferdinand heard of these tumults he issued a proclamation ordering all the Moors of the insurgent

regions to leave them within ten days and repair to Castile; giving secret instructions, however, that those

who should voluntarily embrace the Christian faith might be permitted to remain. At the same time he

ordered Don Alonso de Aguilar and the counts of Urena and Cifuentes to march against the rebels.

Don Alonso de Aguilar was at Cordova when he received the commands of the king. "What force is allotted

us for this expedition?" said he. On being told, he perceived that the number of troops was far from adequate.

"When a man is dead," said he, "we send four men into his house to bring forth the body. We are now sent to

chastise these Moors, who are alive, vigorous, in open rebellion, and ensconced in their castles; yet they do

not give us man to man." These words of the brave Alonso de Aguilar were afterward frequently repeated,

but, though he saw the desperate nature of the enterprise, he did not hesitate to undertake it.

Don Alonso was at that time in the fiftyfirst year of his age a warrior in whom the fire of youth was yet

unquenched, though tempered by experience. The greater part of his life had been spent in camp and field

until danger was as his habitual element. His muscular frame had acquired the firmness of iron without the

rigidity of age. His armor and weapons seemed to have become a part of his nature, and he sat like a man of

He took with him on this expedition his son, Don Pedro de Cordova, a youth of bold and generous spirit, in

the freshness of his days, and armed and arrayed with the bravery of a young Spanish cavalier. When the

populace of Cordova beheld the veteran father, the warrior of a thousand battles, leading forth his son to the

field, they bethought themselves of the family appellation. "Behold," cried they, "the eagle teaching his

The prowess of Don Alonso and of his companionsinarms was renowned throughout the Moorish towns.

At their approach, therefore, numbers of the Moors submitted, and hastened to Ronda to embrace

Christianity. Among the mountaineers, however, were many of the Gandules, a tribe from Africa, too proud

of spirit to bend their necks to the yoke. At their head was a Moor named El Feri of Ben Estepar, renowned

for strength and courage. At his instigation his followers gathered together their families and most precious

effects, placed them on mules, and, driving before them their flocks and herds, abandoned their valleys and

retired up the craggy passes of the Sierra[13]Bermeja. On the summit was a fertile plain surrounded by rocks

and precipices, which formed a natural fortress. Here El Feri placed all the women and children and all the

property. By his orders his followers piled great stones on the rocks and cliffs which commanded the defiles

and the steep sides of the mountain, and prepared to defend every pass that led to his place of refuge.

The Christian commanders arrived, and pitched their camp before the town of Monarda, a strong place,

curiously fortified, and situated at the foot of the highest part of the Sierra [14]Bermeja. Here they remained

for several days, unable to compel a surrender. They were separated from the skirt of the mountain by a deep

barranca, or ravine, at the bottom of which flowed a small stream. The Moors commanded by El Feri drew

down from their mountainheight, and remained on the opposite side of the brook to defend a pass which led

One afternoon a number of Christian soldiers in mere bravado seized a banner, crossed the brook, and,

scrambling up the opposite bank, attacked the Moors. They were followed by numbers of their companions,

some in aid, some in emulation, but most in hope of booty. A sharp action ensued on the mountainside. The

Moors were greatly superior in number, and had the vantageground. When the counts of Urena and

Cifuentes beheld the skirmish, they asked Don Alonso de Aguilar his opinion. "My opinion," said he, "was

given at Cordova, and remains the same: this is a desperate enterprise. However, the Moors are at hand, and if

they suspect weakness in us it will increase their courage and our peril. Forward then to the attack, and I trust

On the skirts of the mountain were several level places, like terraces; here the Christians pressed valiantly

upon the Moors, and had the advantage; but the latter retreated to the steep and craggy heights, whence they

hurled darts and rocks upon their assailants. They defended their passes and defiles with valor, but were

driven from height to height until they reached the plain on the summit of the mountain where their wives

and children were sheltered. Here they would have made a stand, but Alonso de Aguilar, with his son Don

Pedro, charged upon them at the head of three hundred men and put them to flight with great carnage. While

they were pursuing the flying enemy the rest of the army, thinking the victory achieved, dispersed themselves

over the little plain in search of plunder. They pursued the shrieking females, tearing off their necklaces,

bracelets, and anklets of gold, and they found so much treasure of various kinds collected in this spot that

Evening was closing. The Christians, intent upon spoil, had ceased to pursue the Moors, and the latter were

arrested in their flight by the cries of their wives and children. Their leader, El Feri, threw himself before

them. "Friends, soldiers," cried he, "whither do you fly? Whither can you seek refuge where the enemy

cannot follow you? Your wives, your children, are behind youturn and defend them; you have no chance

The Moors turned at his words. They beheld the Christians scattered about the plain, many of them without

armor, and all encumbered with spoil. "Now is the time!" shouted El Feri: "charge upon them while laden

with your plunder. I will open a path for you." He rushed to the attack, followed by his Moors, with shouts

and cries that echoed through the mountains. The scattered Christians were seized with panic, and, throwing

down their booty, began to fly in all directions. Don Alonso de Aguilar advanced his banner and endeavored

to rally them. Finding his horse of no avail in these rocky heights, he dismounted, and caused his men to do

the same: he had a small band of tried followers, with which he opposed a bold front to the Moors, calling on

Night had completely closed. It prevented the Moors from seeing the smallness of the force with which they

were contending, and Don Alonso and his cavaliers dealt their blows so vigorously that, aided by the

darkness, they seemed multiplied to ten times their number. Unfortunately, a small cask of gunpowder blew

up near to the scene of action. It shed a momentary but brilliant light over all the plain and on every rock and

cliff. The Moors beheld, with surprise, that they were opposed by a mere handful of men, and that the greater

part of the Christians were flying from the field. They put up loud shouts of triumph. While some continued

the conflict with redoubled ardor, others pursued the fugitives, hurling after them stones and darts and

discharging showers of arrows. Many of the Christians in their terror and their ignorance of the mountains,

Don Alonso still maintained his ground, but, while some of the Moors assailed him in front, others galled him

with all kinds of missiles from the impending cliffs. Some of the cavaliers, seeing the hopeless nature of the

conflict, proposed to abandon the height and retreat down the mountain. "No," said Don Alonso proudly;

"never did the banner of the house of Aguilar retreat one foot in the field of battle." He had scarcely uttered

these words when his son Pedro was stretched at his feet. A stone hurled from a cliff had struck out two of his

teeth, and a lance passed quivering through his thigh. The youth attempted to rise, and, with one knee on the

ground, to fight by the side of his father. Don Alonso, finding him wounded, urged him to quit the field. "Fly,

my son," said he; "let us not put everything at venture upon one hazard. Conduct thyself as a good Christian,

Don Pedro still refused to leave his side. Whereupon Don Alonso ordered several of his followers to bear him

off by force. His friend Don Francisco Alvarez of Cordova, taking him in his arms, conveyed him to the

quarters of the count of Urena, who had halted on the height at some distance from the scene of battle for the

purpose of rallying and succoring the fugitives. Almost at the same moment the count beheld his own son,

In the mean time, Don Alonso, with two hundred cavaliers, maintained the unequal contest. Surrounded by

foes, they fell, one after another, like so many stags encircled by the hunters. Don Alonso was the last

survivor, without horse and almost without armor, his corselet unlaced and his bosom gashed with wounds.

Still, he kept a brave front to the enemy, and, retiring between two rocks, defended himself with such valor

He was assailed in this retreat by a Moor of surpassing strength and fierceness. The contest was for some

time doubtful, but Don Alonso received a wound in the head, and another in the breast, which made him

stagger. Closing and grappling with his foe, they had a desperate struggle, until the Christian cavalier,

exhausted by his wounds, fell upon his back. He still retained his grasp upon his enemy. "Think not," cried

he, "thou hast an easy prize; know that I am Don Alonso, he of Aguilar!""If thou art Don Alonso," replied

the Moor, "know that I am El Feri of Ben Estepar." They continued their deadly struggle, and both drew their

daggers, but Don Alonso was exhausted by seven ghastly wounds: while he was yet struggling his heroic soul

Thus fell Alonso de Aguilar, the mirror of Andalusian chivalryone of the most powerful grandees of Spain

for person, blood, estate, and office. For forty years he had made successful war upon the Moorsin

childhood by his household and retainers, in manhood by the prowess of his arm and in the wisdom and valor

of his spirit. His pennon had always been foremost in danger; he had been general of armies, viceroy of

Andalusia, and the author of glorious enterprises in which kings were vanquished and mighty alcaydes and

warriors laid low. He had slain many Moslem chiefs with his own arm, and among others the renowned Ali

Atar of Loxa, fighting foot to foot, on the banks of the Xenil. His judgment, discretion, magnanimity, and

justice vied with his prowess. He was the fifth lord of his warlike house that fell in battle with the Moors.

"His soul," observes the worthy Padre Abarca, "it is believed, ascended to heaven to receive the reward of so

Christian a captain; for that very day he had armed himself with the sacraments of confession and

The Moors, elated with their success, pursued the fugitive Christians down the defiles and sides of the

mountains. It was with the utmost difficulty that the count de Urena could bring off a remnant of his forces

from that disastrous height. Fortunately, on the lower slope of the mountain they found the rearguard of the

army, led by the count de Cifuentes, who had crossed the brook and the ravine to come to their assistance. As

the fugitives came flying in headlong terror down the mountain it was with difficulty the count kept his own

troops from giving way in panic and retreating in confusion across the brook. He succeeded, however, in

maintaining order, in rallying the fugitives, and checking the fury of the Moors; then, taking his station on a

rocky eminence, he maintained his post until morning, sometimes sustaining violent attacks, at other times

rushing forth and making assaults upon the enemy. When morning dawned the Moors ceased to combat, and

It was then that the Christians had time to breathe and to ascertain the sad loss they had sustained. Among the

many valiant cavaliers who had fallen was Don Francisco Ramirez of Madrid, who had been captaingeneral

of artillery throughout the war of Granada, and contributed greatly by his valor and ingenuity to that

renowned conquest. But all other griefs and cares were forgotten in anxiety for the fate of Don Alonso de

Aguilar. His son, Don Pedro de Cordova, had been brought off with great difficulty from the battle, and

afterward lived to be marques of Priego; but of Don Alonso nothing was known, except that he was left with

As the rising sun lighted up the red cliffs of the mountains the soldiers watched with anxious eyes if

perchance his pennon might be descried fluttering from any precipice or defile, but nothing of the kind was to

be seen. The trumpetcall was repeatedly sounded, but empty echoes alone replied. A silence reigned about

the mountainsummit which showed that the deadly strife was over. Now and then a wounded warrior came

dragging his feeble steps from among the cliffs and rocks, but on being questioned he shook his head

The tidings of this disastrous defeat and of the perilous situation of the survivors reached King Ferdinand at

Granada: he immediately marched at the head of all the chivalry of his court to the mountains of Ronda. His

presence with a powerful force soon put an end to the rebellion. A part of the Moors were suffered to ransom

themselves and embark for Africa; others were made to embrace Christianity; and those of the town where

the Christian missionaries had been massacred were sold as slaves. From the conquered Moors the mournful

On the morning after the battle, when the Moors came to strip and bury the dead, the body of Don Alonso

was found among those of more than two hundred of his followers, many of them alcaydes and cavaliers of

distinction. Though the person of Don Alonso was well known to the Moors, being so distinguished among

them both in peace and war, yet it was so covered and disfigured with wounds that it could with difficulty be

recognized. They preserved it with great care, and on making their submission delivered it up to King

Ferdinand. It was conveyed with great state to Cordova, amidst the tears and lamentations of all Andalusia.

When the funeral train entered Cordova, and the inhabitants saw the coffin containing the remains of their

favorite hero, and the warhorse led in mournful trappings on which they had so lately seen him sally forth

from their gates, there was a general burst of grief throughout the city. The body was interred with great

Many years afterward his granddaughter, Dona Catalina of Aguilar and Cordova, marchioness of Priego,

caused his tomb to be altered. On examining the body the head of a lance was found among the bones,

received without doubt among the wounds of his last mortal combat. The name of this accomplished and

Christian cavalier has ever remained a popular theme of the chronicler and poet, and is endeared to the public

memory by many of the historical ballads and songs of his country. For a long time the people of Cordova

were indignant at the brave count de Urena, who they thought had abandoned Don Alonso in his extremity;

but the Castilian monarch acquitted him of all charge of the kind and continued him in honor and office. It

was proved that neither he nor his people could succor Don Alonso, or even know his peril, from the darkness

of the night. There is a mournful little Spanish ballad or romance which breathes the public grief on this

occasion, and the populace on the return of the count de Urena to Cordova assailed him with one of its

6. CHAPTER I. OF THE KINGDOM OF GRANADA, AND THE TRIBUTE WHICH IT PAID TO THE CASTILIAN CROWN., page = 13

7. CHAPTER II. OF THE EMBASSY OF DON JUAN DE VERA TO DEMAND ARREARS OF TRIBUTE FROM THE MOORISH MONARCH., page = 16

8. CHAPTER III. DOMESTIC FEUDS IN THE ALHAMBRA--RIVAL SULTANAS-- PREDICTIONS CONCERNING BOABDIL, THE HEIR TO THE THRONE--HOW FERDINAND MEDITATES WAR AGAINST GRANADA, AND HOW HE IS ANTICIPATED., page = 17

9. CHAPTER IV. EXPEDITION OF MULEY ABUL HASSAN AGAINST THE FORTRESS OF ZAHARA., page = 19

11. CHAPTER VI. HOW THE PEOPLE OF GRANADA WERE AFFECTED ON HEARING OF THE CAPTURE OF ALHAMA, AND HOW THE MOORISH KING SALLIED FORTH TO REGAIN IT., page = 24

12. CHAPTER VII. HOW THE DUKE OF MEDINA SIDONIA AND THE CHIVALRY OF ANDALUSIA HASTENED TO THE RELIEF OF ALHAMA., page = 27

14. CHAPTER IX. EVENTS AT GRANADA, AND RISE OF THE MOORISH KING, BOABDIL EL CHICO., page = 31

16. CHAPTER XI. HOW MULEY ABUL HASSAN MADE A FORAY INTO THE LANDS OF MEDINA SIDONIA, AND HOW HE WAS RECEIVED., page = 36

17. CHAPTER XII. FORAY OF SPANISH CAVALIERS AMONG THE MOUNTAINS OF MALAGA., page = 39

18. CHAPTER XIII. EFFECTS OF THE DISASTERS AMONG THE MOUNTAINS OF MALAGA., page = 45

20. CHAPTER XV. HOW THE COUNT DE CABRA SALLIED FORTH FROM HIS CASTLE IN QUEST OF KING BOABDIL., page = 48

22. CHAPTER XVII. LAMENTATIONS OF THE MOORS FOR THE BATTLE OF LUCENA., page = 54

23. CHAPTER XVIII. HOW MULEY ABUL HASSAN PROFITED BY THE MISFORTUNES OF HIS SON BOABDIL., page = 55

25. CHAPTER XX. OF THE TREATMENT OF BOABDIL BY THE CASTILIAN SOVEREIGNS., page = 58

27. CHAPTER XXII. FORAY OF THE MOORISH ALCAYDES, AND BATTLE OF LOPERA., page = 62

29. CHAPTER XXIV. OF THE RECEPTION AT COURT OF THE COUNT DE CABRA AND THE ALCAYDE DE LOS DONCELES., page = 67

30. CHAPTER XXV. HOW THE MARQUES OF CADIZ CONCERTED TO SURPRISE ZAHARA, AND THE RESULT OF HIS ENTERPRISE., page = 69

31. CHAPTER XXVI. OF THE FORTRESS OF ALHAMA, AND HOW WISELY IT WAS GOVERNED BY THE COUNT DE TENDILLA., page = 70

32. CHAPTER XXVII. FORAY OF CHRISTIAN KNIGHTS INTO THE TERRITORY OF THE MOORS., page = 73

33. CHAPTER XXVIII. ATTEMPT OF EL ZAGAL TO SURPRISE BOABDIL IN ALMERIA., page = 75

34. CHAPTER XXIX. HOW KING FERDINAND COMMENCED ANOTHER CAMPAIGN AGAINST THE MOORS, AND HOW HE LAID SIEGE TO COIN AND CARTAMA., page = 77

36. CHAPTER XXXI. HOW THE PEOPLE OF GRANADA INVITED EL ZAGAL TO THE THRONE, AND HOW HE MARCHED TO THE CAPITAL., page = 82

37. CHAPTER XXXII. HOW THE COUNT DE CABRA ATTEMPTED TO CAPTURE ANOTHER KING, AND HOW HE FARED IN HIS ATTEMPT., page = 84

38. CHAPTER XXXIII. EXPEDITION AGAINST THE CASTLES OF CAMBIL AND ALBAHAR., page = 87

39. CHAPTER XXXIV. ENTERPRISE OF THE KNIGHTS OF CALATRAVA AGAINST ZALEA., page = 90

41. CHAPTER XXXVI. OF THE CHRISTIAN ARMY WHICH ASSEMBLED AT THE CITY OF CORDOVA., page = 93

42. CHAPTER XXXVII. HOW FRESH COMMOTIONS BROKE OUT IN GRANADA, AND HOW THE PEOPLE UNDERTOOK TO ALLAY THEM., page = 96

43. CHAPTER XXXVIII. HOW KING FERDINAND HELD A COUNCIL OF WAR AT THE ROCK OF THE LOVERS., page = 97

44. CHAPTER XXXIX. HOW THE ROYAL ARMY APPEARED BEFORE THE CITY OF LOXA, AND HOW IT WAS RECEIVED; AND OF THE DOUGHTY ACHIEVEMENTS OF THE ENGLISH EARL., page = 99

47. CHAPTER XLII. OF THE ARRIVAL OF QUEEN ISABELLA AT THE CAMP BEFORE MOCLIN, AND OF THE PLEASANT SAYINGS OF THE ENGLISH EARL., page = 103

48. CHAPTER XLIII. HOW KING FERDINAND ATTACKED MOCLIN, AND OF THE STRANGE EVENTS THAT ATTENDED ITS CAPTURE., page = 105

49. CHAPTER XLIV. HOW KING FERDINAND FORAGED THE VEGA; AND OF THE BATTLE OF THE BRIDGE OF PINOS, AND THE FATE OF THE TWO MOORISH BROTHERS., page = 107

50. CHAPTER XLV. ATTEMPT OF EL ZAGAL UPON THE LIFE OF BOABDIL, AND HOW THE LATTER WAS ROUSED TO ACTION., page = 110

51. CHAPTER XLVI. HOW BOABDIL RETURNED SECRETLY TO GRANADA, AND HOW HE WAS RECEIVED.--SECOND EMBASSY OF DON JUAN DE VERA, AND HIS PERILS IN THE ALHAMBRA., page = 111

53. CHAPTER XLVIII. HOW KING FERDINAND AND HIS ARMY WERE EXPOSED TO IMMINENT PERIL BEFORE VELEZ MALAGA., page = 118

54. CHAPTER XLIX. RESULT OF THE STRATAGEM OF EL ZAGAL TO SURPRISE KING FERDINAND., page = 120

55. CHAPTER L. HOW THE PEOPLE OF GRANADA REWARDED THE VALOR OF EL ZAGAL., page = 121

57. CHAPTER LII. OF THE CITY OF MALAGA AND ITS INHABITANTS.--MISSION OF HERNANDO DEL PULGAR., page = 124

60. CHAPTER LV. SIEGE OF MALAGA CONTINUED.--OBSTINACY OF HAMET EL ZEGRI., page = 130

62. CHAPTER LVII. SIEGE OF MALAGIA CONTINUED.--STRATAGEMS OF VARIOUS KINDS., page = 132

64. CHAPTER LIX. HOW A MOORISH SANTON UNDERTOOK TO DELIVER THE CITY OF MALAGA FROM THE POWER OF ITS ENEMIES., page = 135

65. CHAPTER LX. HOW HAMET EL ZEGRI WAS HARDENED IN HIS OBSTINACY BY THE ARTS OF A MOORISH ASTROLOGER., page = 137

66. CHAPTER LXI. SIEGE OF MALAGA CONTINUED.--DESTRUCTION OF A TOWER BY FRANCISCO RAMIREZ DE MADRID., page = 139

67. CHAPTER LXII. HOW THE PEOPLE OF MALAGA EXPOSTULATED WITH HAMET EL ZEGRI., page = 140

68. CHAPTER LXIII. HOW HAMET EL ZEGRI SALLIED FORTH WITH THE SACRED BANNER TO ATTACK THE CHRISTIAN CAMP., page = 141

70. CHAPTER LXV. FULFILMENT OF THE PROPHECY OF THE DERVISE.--FATE OF HAMET EL ZEGRI., page = 145

71. CHAPTER LXVI. HOW THE CASTILIAN SOVEREIGNS TOOK POSSESION OF THE CITY OF MALAGA, AND HOW KING FERDINAND SIGNALIZED HIMSELF BY HIS SKILL IN BARGAINING WITH THE INHABITANTS FOR THEIR RANSOM., page = 146

72. CHAPTER LXVII. HOW KING FERDINAND PREPARED TO CARRY THE WAR INTO A DIFFERENT PART OF THE TERRITORIES OF THE MOORS., page = 149

73. CHAPTER LXVIII. HOW KING FERDINAND INVADED THE EASTERN SIDE OF THE KINGDOM OF GRANADA, AND HOW HE WAS RECEIVED BY EL ZAGAL., page = 151

74. CHAPTER LXIX. HOW THE MOORS MADE VARIOUS ENTERPRISES AGAINST THE CHRISTIANS., page = 153

75. CHAPTER LXX. HOW KING FERDINAND PREPARED TO BESIEGE THE CITY OF BAZA, AND HOW THE CITY PREPARED FOR DEFENCE., page = 154

78. CHAPTER LXXIII. SIEGE OF BAZA CONTINUED.--HOW KING FERDINAND COMPLETELY INVESTED THE CITY., page = 160

79. CHAPTER LXXIV. EXPLOIT OF HERNANDO PEREZ DEL PULGAR AND OTHER CAVALIERS., page = 161

81. CHAPTER LXXVI. HOW TWO FRIARS FROM THE HOLY LAND ARRIVED AT THE CAMP., page = 164

82. CHAPTER LXXVII. HOW QUEEN ISABELLA DEVISED MEANS TO SUPPLY THE ARMY WITH PROVISIONS., page = 167

84. CHAPTER LXXIX. ENCOUNTERS BETWEEN THE CHRISTIANS AND MOORS BEFORE BAZA, AND THE DEVOTION OF THE INHABITANTS TO THE DEFENCE OF THEIR CITY., page = 169

85. CHAPTER LXXX. HOW QUEEN ISABELLA ARRIVED AT THE CAMP, AND THE CONSEQUENCES OF HER ARRIVAL., page = 171

87. CHAPTER LXXXII. SUBMISSION OF EL ZAGAL TO THE CASTILIAN SOVEREIGNS., page = 175

88. CHAPTER LXXXIII. EVENTS AT GRANADA SUBSEQUENT TO THE SUBMISSION OF EL ZAGAL., page = 178

89. CHAPTER LXXXIV. HOW FERDINAND TURNED HIS HOSTLITIES AGAINST THE CITY OF GRANADA., page = 180

91. CHAPTER LXXXVI. HOW BOABDIL EL CHICO TOOK THE FIELD, AND HIS EXPEDITION AGAINST ALHENDIN., page = 184

93. CHAPTER LXXXVIII. EXEPEDITION OF BOABDIL EL CHICO AGAINST SALOBRENA.-- EXPLOIT OF HERNAN PEREZ DEL PULGAR., page = 187

94. CHAPTER LXXXIX. HOW KING FERDINAND TREATED THE PEOPLE OF GUADIX, AND HOW EL ZAGAL FINISHED HIS REGAL CAREER., page = 190

96. CHAPTER XCI. HOW KING FERDINAND CONDUCTED THE SIEGE CAUTIOUSLY, AND HOW QUEEN ISABELLA ARRIVED AT THE CAMP., page = 194

97. CHAPTER XCII. OF THE INSOLENT DEFIANCE OF TARFE THE MOOR, AND THE DARING EXPLOIT OF HERNAN PEREZ DEL PULGAR., page = 195

98. CHAPTER XCIII. HOW QUEEN ISABELLA TOOK A VIEW OF THE CITY OF GRANADA, AND HOW HER CURIOSITY COST THE LIVES OF MANY CHRISTIANS AND MOORS., page = 196

100. CHAPTER XCV. CONFLAGRATION OF THE CHRISTIAN CAMP.--BUILDING OF SANTA FE., page = 201

105. CHAPTER C. HOW THE CASTILIAN SOVEREIGNS TOOK POSSESSION OF GRANADA., page = 210