Thus it may best be done; the Mountaineers,
Doubtless, ere long will rouse us with some spur Of sudden enterprise: at such a time
A trusty minister approaching him
May smite him, so that all shall think the spear Comes from the hostile troops.
Cried Abulcacem, thou shalt have his lands,
The proper meed of thy fidelity:
His daughter thou mayest take or leave. Go now And find a faithful instrument to put
Our purpose in effect!... And when 'tis done, The Moor, as Orpas from the tent withdrew, Muttering pursued,.. look for a like reward Thyself! that restless head of wickedness In the grave will brood no treasons.
Scream when the Devil, as they spring to life, Infects them with his touch; but thou didst stretch
Thy arms to meet him, and like mother's milk
Suck the congenial evil! Thou hast tried
Both laws, and, were there aught to gain, would prove A third as readily; but when thy sins
Are weighed, 'twill be against an empty scale, And neither Prophet will avail thee then!
THE camp is stirring, and ere day hath dawned The tents are struck. Early they rise whom hope Awakens, and they travel fast with whom
She goes companion of the way. By noon Hath Abulcacem in his speed attained The vale of Cangas. Well the trusty scouts Observe his march, and fleet as mountain roes, From post to post with instantaneous speed The warning bear: none else is nigh; the vale Hath been deserted, and Pelayo's hall
open to the foe, who on the tower
Hoist their white signal-flag. In Sella's stream The misbelieving multitude perform,
With hot and hasty hand, their noontide rite, Then hurryingly repeat the Impostor's prayer. Here they divide; the Chieftain halts with half
The host, retaining Julian and his men,
Whom where the valley widened he disposed, Liable to first attack, that so the deed
Of murder planned with Orpas might be done. The other force the Moor Alcahman led, Whom Guisla guided up Pionia's stream Eastward to Soto. Ibrahim went with him, Proud of Granada's snowy heights subdued, And boasting of his skill in mountain war; Yet sure he deemed an easier victory Awaited him this day. Little, quoth he, Weens the vain Mountaineer who puts his trust In dens and rocky fastnesses, how close
Destruction is at hand! Belike he thinks
The Humma's happy wings have shadowed him, And therefore Fate with royalty must crown His chosen head! Pity the scymitar
With its rude edge so soon should interrupt
For those who in the cave seek shelter, cried Alcahman; yield they must, or from their holes
Like bees we smoke them out. The Chief perhaps
May reign awhile King of the wolves and bears, Till his own subjects hunt him down, or kites And crows divide what hunger may have left Upon his ghastly limbs. Happier for him That destiny should this day to our hands Deliver him; short would be his sufferings then ; And we right joyfully should in one hour
Behold our work accomplished, and his race Extinct.
Thus these in mockery and in thoughts
Of bloody triumph, to the future blind,
Indulged the scornful vein; nor deemed that they Whom to the sword's unsparing edge they doomed, Even then in joyful expectation prayed
To Heaven for their approach, and, at their post. Prepared, were trembling with excess of hope. Here in these mountain straits the Mountaineer Had felt his country's strength insuperable; Here he had prayed to see the Mussleman With all his myriads; therefore had he looked To Covadonga as a sanctuary
Apt for concealment, easy of defence;
And Guisla's flight, though to his heart it sent
A pang more poignant for their mother's sake, Yet did it further in its consequence His hope and project, surer than decoy Well-laid, or best-concerted stratagem. That sullen and revengeful mind, he knew, Would follow to the extremity of guilt
Its long fore-purposed shame: the toils were laid, And she who by the Musselmen full sure
Thought on her kindred her revenge to wreak, Led the Moors in.
Count Pedro and his son
Were hovering with the main Asturian force In the wider vale to watch occasion there, And with hot onset when the alarm began Pursue the vantage. In the fated straits Of Deva had the King disposed the rest: Amid the hanging woods, and on the cliffs, A long mile's length on either side its bed, They lay. The lever and the axe and saw Had skilfully been plied; and trees and stones, A dread artillery, ranged on crag and shelf And steep descent, were ready at the word Precipitate to roll resistless down.
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