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the King go there without doubt or fear,
and he will find refuge and protection till
he can return to his own country. For
thv servant, stern duty calls him to Fee,
and he may no. turn aside TO embrace his
father, bu. tell him that Abdallah liveth,
and that he oweth his life to the brave
King of the Portuguese Nazarenes, and
that tina, King now seekelh refuge and
hospitality, and let the King res. there in
peace and safety ill his wounds are cur
ed, and he can return 10 his own coun-
try
As the generous Moor spoke, he took
his mantle from his shoulders. and threw
i. over those of the King; then pointed to
the East, where the first dawn of day was
beginning TO show itself. and waving his
hand, set spurs to his fleet courser, and
quickly disappeared. ..
Inspired with fresh hope a. This I'M
looked for incident. Dom Sebastian con-.
tinued his way in tbe direction his noble
foe had pointed .Sds, BIZ. long ere he
reached the spot, the sun had risen, and
dar,ed his rays with intense vigor, and
the enfeebled monarch was on the point
of finging himself down to die without
further effort, when group of palm-trees
caught his eye. i. Beneath their
shade was an humble cottage, aud Dom
Sebastian had just strength enough to
drag himself TO The door, when conscious
ness deserted him. and he fell senseless
on the threshold.
CHAPTER II. Within The cottage sat a
venerable Moor. and Young girl. Cid-
Hamet had been the favori,e of the mighty
Muley- Molock. and had followed and
served him, so long as his age and infrm-
tiles had allowed, and had then, with his
masters permission, retired to this cot
tage, while the favor he had enjoyed had
been transferred to his young and gallant
son, Abdallah. Sorrow now filed the
hearts of the inhabitants Of the cottage,
for some coward Moors. who had fled
early on the preceding day, while the
arms of the Christians seemed TO prevail,
had passed the cottage in their flight, and
had told Cidi-Hamet and his daughter
that all was lost-that Dom Sebastian
was triumphant, and Muley- Moloch slain.
OF AbdalIah they could give no certain
intelligence, out one had seen him sur
rounded by the enemy, and he too had, in
all probability, fallen. Night had come
and passed. and yet no Abdallah had
gladdened their eyes, and now, having
lost all hopes of ever seeing him again.
they sal mourning bitterly the fate of The
noble and much loved son and brother.
1t was at this moment that Dom Sebas-
,ian reached the cottage, the noise of his
fall alarming the inmates. The old man
hastily arose. opened the door, and see-
ing. as he imagined, his son wounded
and bleeding al his feet, <for The King
sill wore the mantle which the generous
Abdalah had given him at his departure J
.Xarifa! Martial exclaimed he, Allah be
praised! here is Abdallah, but in what
a state he comes! haste, child. and but
a, his frs, words Xarifa was by his side,
and her more youthful eyes at once dis
covered that the bleeding warrior who
lay there was not Abdallah, that he was
Christian; and her heart, which had
just beat high with hope, sunk within her
at the sight of her broher's mantle.
Alas. father!' said she, 1T is moi Alb
dallah, but one of the hated Chris,ians
Stay him. my father. for he is the muir
derer of thy son. and come,h here with
his victims spoils yet about him. Twas
the Prophet tia; sent him hiiher, tia, my
brother might be avenged"
Thoro tprrihla cirnuuIo ~ ba
old mans breast as his daughter wildly
uttered these words; and he buried his
| face in his hands for moment, as the
conviction that his sons destroyer was
before him, and in his power, forced it.
self upon him; but religion obtained the
mastery, and the duties it imposed upon
him under the circumstances, drove all
other ideas from his thoughts.
what words are these!' said he angri-
ly to his daughter. what though this
warrior be Christian and foe, and
even though he hath shed my sons blood
yet hath he sought hospitality under my
roof, and shall injure my guest! Forbid
it Allah, that such shame should rest on
head of Cidi- Hamel! No! Aid me TO bear
in the stranger, and thou look TO his
wounds! Sacred is the head of the wan
derer who seeks d refuge in the dwelling
of the true believer; aye, even though he
come with his sons blood upon his
hands!'
Thou art right, oh my father!' said the
girl mournfully; and together they trans
ported the senseIess form Of the monarch
into the house. Here Xarifa. who was
versed, as was common in those times =
in the arts of surgery, washed and bound
up the Kings wounds, applying TO them
such simples as her knowledge suggest.
ed. lil.le revived by these cares, Dom
Sebastian slowly recovered his senses,
when, just as he was gathering strength
to address his hosts. the door was flung
open, and a gigantic Moor rushed into
the room.
CHAPTER. III. Soon as the girl saw
! the new conner. she rushed 10 him, ex-
claiming, 'Ismael! Ismael! thou here
where then is Abdallah!'
Safe replied he, safe! but The King
| ,onn,,pd has sent him IN Eoz N ha,.