The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-06-23

to ask went on the captain, you are those
men OF England who boarded the San An
tonic and escaped when abe was sinking
are you noti'
CaStell nodded. then answered.:
"We boarded her TO seek--
'Never mind what you sought the man
answered; 'the names Of exalted ladies'
should not be mentioned before strange men.
But you nave been in trouble again sinoe
then, at the inn yonder. where this tall
| senior bore himself very bravely. Oil
We have heard all the story, and give him
honor who can WELD a sword 30 well In the
dark
I'VE thank you. said Castell, but what 10
your business with usf'
"Sefor, we are sent by our master, his
Excellency, the high Lord and Marquis
| Of Morella. to find you and bring you to be his
guests at Granada
$50 the priest has told. thought as
much" muttered Peter.
we pray you TO come without trouble,
as we do not wish to do any violence TO such
gallant men" went on the captain. BE
pleased to mount two OF these horses. and
ride with US
Il am a merchant, with friends Of my "
at Granada answered Casten. Cannot
we 70 to them, who do not seek the hos
pitality Of the Marquis?'
"Senor, our orders are otherwise. and here
the word Of our master. the Marquis, 10 a law
that may not be broken
Il thought that Boabdil was King Of
Granada" said Castell.
without doubt he is King, Senior, and by
the grace of Allah will remain 80. but the
Marquis is allied to him in blood; also.
while the truce lasts, he lie a representative
Of their Majesties Of Spain in our city"
and at a sign two Of the Moors dismounted
and led forward their horses, holding the
stlrrups, and offering to help them TO the
saddle
There is nothing for it, said Peter;
WI must 60"
So, awkwardly enough, for they were
very stif, they climbed onto the beasts
and rode away with their captors.
The sun Was sinking now, for they had
slept long, and by the time they reached
the gntes Of Granada the mue1Zins were
calling to the sunset prayer from the
minarets Of the mosques.
1t was but a very dim and confused idea
that Peter gathered OF the great city Of
the Moors as, surrounded by their white
robed escort, he rode he knew not whittier.
Narrow winding streets, white houses,
shattered windows, crowds Of courteous,
somewhat silent people, all men n all
clad in those same strange flowing dresses,
who looked at them curiously and muir
INJURED words which afterward he came
to learn meant christian prisoners or
sometimes Christian dogs iretted and
pointed arches and a vast fSirylike build
ing set IDOL q hill. He was dazed with pain
and fatigue as, q long legged, blood stained
figure, crowned with his quaint hat Of
grasses, he rode through that wondrous
and imperial place.
Yet no man laughed at him, absurd as
he must have seemed; but perhaps this was
because under the groteequeness OF his ap-
pearance they recognized something Of
his quality, Or they might have heard
rumors OF his sword play at the inn and
on the ship. At any rate their attitude
was that Of courteous dislike OF the Chris
tan, mingled with respect for the brave
man in misfortune.
At length, after mounting a long rise,
they came to a PALACE on a mount, facing
the vast, red walled fortress which seemed
to dominate the place, which he afterward
knew as the Alhambra, but separated from
it by a valley. This palace vas a very
great place, built on three sides Of a square
and surrounded by gardens wherein all
cypress trees pointed to the tender sky.
They rode through the gardens and
sundry gateways till they came to O court
yard where servants, with torches in their
hands, ran out to meet them. Somebody
helped him of his horse, somebody sup
ported him up a flight OF marble steps
beneath which a fountain splashed into a
great, oool room with an ornamented roof.
Then Peter remembered no more.
A time went by, a long, long time-in
fact IL was nearly a m~onth-before Peter
really opened his eyes to the world again.
Not that he had been insensible for all
this w%hile-that is, quite-for at intervals
he had become aware OF that large, pool
room and Of people talking around him
especially Of a dark eyed, light footed and
pretty woman with q white imple around
her face, who appeared to be in charge Of
him.
Occasionally he thought that this must
be Margaret, and yet knew that it was not,
for she was different. Also. he remem-
bered tina onoe or twice he had seemed
TO see the naughty, handsome lace OF Morells
bending over him. as though he watched
~curiously to learn whether he would live
or not, and then had striven to rise TO fight
him, and been pressed back by the soft
white hands OF the woman that yet were
90 terrlDly strong.
Now, when he awoke at last, il was to
zee her sitting there with a ray Of sunlight
from some upper window falling on her
face, sitting with her chin resting on her
hands and her elbow on her knee. and con-
templating him with a pretty. puzzled look.
She made a sweet picture thus, he thought.
Then he spoke TO her in his slow Spanish.
for somehow he knew that abe would not
understand his own tongue.
You are not Margaret he said.
At once the dream went out OF the
woman's soft eyes; she became intensely
interested, and, rising. advanced toward
him, a very gracious figure. who seemed
TO SWAY as she walked.
NO, no" abe said, bending over him and
touching his forehead with her taper fingers:
my name is Ihez. You wander still, Senior.
"Inez WHAT" he asked.
-Iney only she answered. 'lhez, a
woman Of Granada, the rest lie lost. lhez,
the nurse Of sick men, Sefor.'
where then Is Margaret-the English
Margaret
A veil OF secrecy seemed to fall over the
woman's face and her voice changed as
she answered, no longer ringing true, or
90 il struck his senses. made quick and
subtle nv the fires Of fever.