Isabel of Castile and the making of the Spanish nation, 1451-1504Plunket, Ierne L. (Ierne Lifford)
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Isabel of Castile and the making of the Spanish nation, 1451-1504
Plunket, Ierne L. (Ierne Lifford)
Isabella I, Queen of Spain, 1451-1504; Spain -- History -- Ferdinand and Isabella, 1479-1516
“Go, tell your sovereigns that the kings of Granada, who were wont to
pay tribute, are dead. In my kingdom there is no coin minted save
scimitars and iron-tipped lances.”
[Illustration:
SPANISH HALBERDIER, FIFTEENTH CENTURY
FROM “SPANISH ARMS AND ARMOUR”
REPRODUCED BY COURTESY OF THE AUTHOR, MR. A. F. CALVERT
]
The sovereigns, who were in Seville at the time delivering justice,
received his message with indignation. “I will tear the seeds from this
pomegranate one by one,” exclaimed Ferdinand, punning on the meaning of
the word “granada.” But he and Isabel were still busy with the
Portuguese war and the task of restoring order in Andalusia. They
therefore dissembled their real feelings, and consented to a temporary
treaty, in which there was no mention of the disputed tribute; but they
did not cease from this time to redouble their preparations for the
inevitable crusade. In the end it was Muley Hacen who was to set the
spark to the mine.
Just over the Andalusian border, not many leagues distant from the
Moorish stronghold of Ronda, stood the fortress of Zahara, which had
been stormed in old days by the King’s grandfather and namesake “Don
Fernando de Antequera.” Raised on a height, surmounted by a fortress,
and approached only by slippery mountain paths, its Christian defenders
believed it almost impregnable, and had allowed themselves to grow
careless in their outpost duty. One night in the year 1481, when the
truce between Castile and Granada still held good, a band of Moors led
by Muley Hacen himself drew near under cover of the darkness. The wind
and rain were blowing in a hurricane across the mountain peaks, but the
Moors, heedless of its violence, placed their ladders against the rocks
above them, and scaled the ill-protected walls. Then they poured into
the town. The sound of their trumpets, as scimitar in hand they cleared
the narrow streets, was the first warning of their presence; and the
inhabitants of Zahara awoke to find themselves faced by death or
slavery.
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