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seated in the hall…court lately occupied by the proud Alfaqui;

lying in his divan; dressed in his rich robes; the fountains

playing in the centre; the slaves of the Moor ministering to his

scarred and rugged Christian conqueror。  Some fanned him with

peacocks' pinions; some danced before him; some sang Moor's

melodies to the plaintive notes of a guzla; oneit was the only

daughter of the Moor's old age; the young Zutulbe; a rosebud of

beautysat weeping in a corner of the gilded hall: weeping for her

slain brethren; the pride of Moslem chivalry; whose heads were

blackening in the blazing sunshine on the portals without; and for

her father; whose home had been thus made desolate。



He and his guest; the English knight Sir Wilfrid; were playing at

chess; a favorite amusement with the chivalry of the period; when a

messenger was announced from Valencia; to treat; if possible; for

the ransom of the remaining part of the Alfaqui's family。  A grim

smile lighted up Don Beltran's features as he bade the black slave

admit the messenger。  He entered。  By his costume it was at once

seen that the bearer of the flag of truce was a Jewthe people

were employed continually then as ambassadors between the two races

at war in Spain。



〃I come;〃 said the old Jew (in a voice which made Sir Wilfrid

start); 〃from my lord the Alfaqui to my noble senor; the invincible

Don Beltran de Cuchilla; to treat for the ransom of the Moor's only

daughter; the child of his old age and the pearl of his affection。〃



〃A pearl is a valuable jewel; Hebrew。  What does the Moorish dog

bid for her?〃 asked Don Beltran; still smiling grimly。



〃The Alfaqui offers 100;000 dinars; twenty…four horses with their

caparisons; twenty…four suits of plate…armor; and diamonds and

rubies to the amount of 1;000;000 dinars。〃



〃Ho; slaves!〃 roared Don Beltran; 〃show the Jew my treasury of

gold。  How many hundred thousand pieces are there?〃  And ten

enormous chests were produced in which the accountant counted 1;000

bags of 1;000 dirhems each; and displayed several caskets of jewels

containing such a treasure of rubies; smaragds; diamonds; and

jacinths; as made the eyes of the aged ambassador twinkle with

avarice。



〃How many horses are there in my stable?〃 continued Don Beltran;

and Muley; the master of the horse; numbered three hundred fully

caparisoned; and there was; likewise; armor of the richest sort for

as many cavaliers; who followed the banner of this doughty captain。



〃I want neither money nor armor;〃 said the ferocious knight; 〃tell

this to the Alfaqui; Jew。  And I will keep the child; his daughter;

to serve the messes for my dogs; and clean the platters for my

scullions。〃



〃Deprive not the old man of his child;〃 here interposed the Knight

of Ivanhoe; 〃bethink thee; brave Don Beltran; she is but an infant

in years。〃



〃She is my captive; Sir Knight;〃 replied the surly Don Beltran; 〃I

will do with my own as becomes me。〃



〃Take 200;000 dirhems;〃 cried the Jew; 〃more!anything!  The

Alfaqui will give his life for his child!〃



〃Come hither; Zutulbe!come hither; thou Moorish pearl!〃 yelled

the ferocious warrior; 〃come closer; my pretty black…eyed houri of

heathenesse!  Hast heard the name of Beltran de Espada y Trabuco?〃



〃There were three brothers of that name at Alarcos; and my brothers

slew the Christian dogs!〃 said the proud young girl; looking boldly

at Don Beltran; who foamed with rage。



〃The Moors butchered my mother and her little ones; at midnight; in

our castle of Murcia;〃 Beltran said。



〃Thy father fled like a craven; as thou didst; Don Beltran!〃 cried

the high…spirited girl。



〃By Saint Jago; this is too much!〃 screamed the infuriated

nobleman; and the next moment there was a shriek; and the maiden

fell to the ground with Don Beltran's dagger in her side。



〃Death is better than dishonor!〃 cried the child; rolling on the

blood…stained marble pavement。  〃II spit upon thee; dog of a

Christian!〃 and with this; and with a savage laugh; she fell back

and died。



〃Bear back this news; Jew; to the Alfaqui;〃 howled the Don;

spurning the beauteous corpse with his foot。  〃I would not have

ransomed her for all the gold in Barbary!〃  And shuddering; the old

Jew left the apartment; which Ivanhoe quitted likewise。



When they were in the outer court; the knight said to the Jew;

〃Isaac of York; dost thou not know me?〃 and threw back his hood;

and looked at the old man。



The old Jew stared wildly; rushed forward as if to seize his hand;

then started back; trembling convulsively; and clutching his

withered hands over his face; said; with a burst of grief; 〃Sir

Wilfrid of Ivanhoe!no; no!I do not know thee!〃



〃Holy mother! what has chanced?〃 said Ivanhoe; in his turn becoming

ghastly pale; 〃where is thy daughterwhere is Rebecca?〃



〃Away from me!〃 said the old Jew; tottering。  〃Away Rebecca is

dead!〃



        。        。        。        。        。        。



When the Disinherited Knight heard that fatal announcement; he fell

to the ground senseless; and was for some days as one perfectly

distraught with grief。  He took no nourishment and uttered no word。

For weeks he did not relapse out of his moody silence; and when he

came partially to himself again; it was to bid his people to horse;

in a hollow voice; and to make a foray against the Moors。  Day

after day he issued out against these infidels; and did nought but

slay and slay。  He took no plunder as other knights did; but left

that to his followers; he uttered no war…cry; as was the manner of

chivalry; and he gave no quarter; insomuch that the 〃silent knight〃

became the dread of all the Paynims of Granada and Andalusia; and

more fell by his lance than by that of any the most clamorous

captains of the troops in arms against them。  Thus the tide of

battle turned; and the Arab historian; El Makary; recounts how; at

the great battle of Al Akab; called by the Spaniards Las Navas; the

Christians retrieved their defeat at Alarcos; and absolutely killed

half a milllion of Mahometans。  Fifty thousand of these; of course;

Don Wilfrid took to his own lance; and it was remarked that the

melancholy warrior seemed somewhat more easy in spirits after that

famous feat of arms。





CHAPTER VII。



THE END OF THE PERFORMANCE。





In a short time the terrible Sir Wilfrid of Ivanhoe had killed off

so many of the Moors; that though those unbelieving miscreants

poured continual reinforcements into Spain from Barbary; they could

make no head against the Christian forces; and in fact came into

battle quite discouraged at the notion of meeting the dreadful

silent knight。  It was commonly believed amongst them; that the

famous Malek Ric; Richard of England; the conqueror of Saladin; had

come to life again; and was battling in the Spanish hoststhat

this; his second life; was a charmed one; and his body inaccessible

to blow of scimitar or thrust of spearthat after 
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