For three long and anxious months did the good knight Pelistes and his
cavaliers defend their sacred asylum against the repeated assaults of
the infidels. The standard of the true faith was constantly displayed
from the loftiest tower, and a fire blazed there throughout the night,
as signals of distress to the surrounding country. The watchman from
his turret kept a wary look out over the land, hoping in every cloud of
dust to descry the glittering helms of Christian warriors. The country,
however, was forlorn and abandoned, or if perchance a human being
was perceived, it was some Arab horseman, careering the plain of the
Guadalquivir as fearlessly as if it were his native desert.
By degrees the provisions of the convent were consumed, and the
cavaliers had to slay their horses, one by one, for food. They suffered
the wasting miseries of famine without a murmur, and always met their
commander with a smile. Pelistes, however, read their sufferings in their
wan and emaciated countenances, and felt more for them than for himself.
He was grieved at heart that such loyalty and valour should only lead to
slavery or death, and resolved to make one desperate attempt for their
deliverance. Assembling them one day in the court of the convent, he
disclosed to them his purpose.
“Comrades and brothers in arms,” said he, “it is needless to conceal
danger from brave men. Our case is desperate: our countrymen either know
not or heed not our situation, or have not the means to help us. There
is but one chance of escape; it is full of peril, and, as your leader,
I claim the right to brave it. To-morrow at break of day I will sally
forth and make for the city gates at the moment of their being opened; no
one will suspect a solitary horseman; I shall be taken for one of those
recreant Christians who have basely mingled with the enemy. If I succeed
in getting out of the city, I will hasten to Toledo for assistance. In
all events I shall be back in less than twenty days. Keep a vigilant look
out toward the nearest mountain. If you behold five lights blazing upon
its summit, be assured I am at hand with succour, and prepare yourselves
to sally forth upon the city as I attack the gates. Should I fail in
obtaining aid, I will return to die with you.”
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