"These keys," he said, "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 promised, and which we look for at thy hands." [Illustration: MOORISH KING PAYING HOMAGE TO THE KING OF CASTILE.] MOORISH KING PAYING HOMAGE TO THE KING OF CASTILE. "Doubt not our promises," said Ferdinand, kindly, "nor that thou shalt regain from our friendship the prosperity of which the fortune of war has deprived thee." Then drawing from his finger a gold ring set with a precious stone, Boabdil presented it to the Count of Tendilla, who, he was informed, was to be governor of the city, saying,— "With this ring Granada has been governed. Take it and govern with it, and God make you more fortunate than I." He then proceeded to the village of Armilla, where Queen Isabella remained. She received him with the utmost courtesy and graciousness, and delivered to him his son, who had been held as a hostage for the fulfilment of the capitulation. Boabdil pressed the child tenderly to his bosom, and moved on until he had joined his family, from whom and their attendants the shouts and strains of music of the victorious army drew tears and moans. At length the weeping train reached the summit of an eminence about two leagues distant which commanded the last view of Granada. Here they paused for a look of farewell at the beautiful and beloved city, whose towers and minarets gleamed brightly before them in the sunshine. While they still gazed a peal of artillery, faint with distance, told them that the city was taken possession of and was lost to the Moorish kings forever. Boabdil could no longer contain himself. "Allah achbar! God is great!" he murmured, tears accompanying his words of resignation. His mother, a woman of intrepid soul, was indignant at this display of weakness. "You do well," she cried, "to weep like a woman for what you failed to defend like a man." Others strove to console the king, but his tears were not to be restrained. "Allah achbar!" he exclaimed again; "when did misfortunes ever equal mine?" The hill where this took place afterwards became known as Feg Allah Achbar; but the point of view where Boabdil obtained the last prospect of Granada is called by the Spaniards "_El ultimo suspiro del Moro_" or "The last sigh of the Moor."