“Wise seer,” returned the king, in a tone half sarcastic and half
solemn, “we, the Mussulmans of Spain, are not the blind fanatics of the
Eastern world. On us have fallen the lights of philosophy and science;
and if the more clear-sighted among us yet outwardly reverence the forms
and fables worshipped by the multitude, it is from the wisdom of policy,
not the folly of belief. Talk not to me, then, of thine examples of the
ancient and elder creeds: the agents of God for this world are now,
at least, in men, not angels; and if I wait till Ferdinand share the
destiny of Sennacherib, I wait only till the Standard of the Cross wave
above the Vermilion Towers.”
“Yet,” said Almamen, “while my lord the king rejects the fanaticism of
belief, doth he reject the fanaticism of persecution? You disbelieve
the stories of the Hebrews; yet you suffer the Hebrews themselves, that
ancient and kindred Arabian race, to be ground to the dust, condemned
and tortured by your judges, your informers, your soldiers, and your
subjects.”
“The base misers! they deserve their fate,” answered Boabdil, loftily.
“Gold is their god, and the market-place their country; amidst the tears
and groans of nations, they sympathise only with the rise and fall of
trade; and, the thieves of the universe! while their hand is against
every man’s coffer, why wonder that they provoke the hand of every man
against their throats? Worse than the tribe of Hanifa, who eat their
god only in time of famine;--[The tribe of Hanifa worshipped a lump of
dough]--the race of Moisa--[Moses]--would sell the Seven Heavens for
the dent on the back of the date-stone.”--[A proverb used in the Koran,
signifying the smallest possible trifle].
“Your laws leave them no ambition but that of avarice,” replied Almamen;
“and as the plant will crook and distort its trunk, to raise its
head through every obstacle to the sun, so the mind of man twists and
perverts itself, if legitimate openings are denied it, to find its
natural element in the gale of power, or the sunshine of esteem. These
Hebrews were not traffickers and misers in their own sacred land when
they routed your ancestors, the Arab armies of old; and gnawed the flesh
from their bones in famine, rather than yield a weaker city than Granada
to a mightier force than the holiday lords of Spain. Let this pass. My
lord rejects the belief in the agencies of the angels; doth he still
retain belief in the wisdom of mortal men?”
“Yes!” returned Boabdil, quickly; “for of the one I know nought; of
the other, mine own senses can be the judge. Almamen, my fiery kinsman,
Muza, hath this evening been with me. He hath urged me to reject the
fears of my people, which chain my panting spirit within these walls; he
hath urged me to gird on yonder shield and cimiter, and to appear in the
Vivarrambla, at the head of the nobles of Granada. My heart leaps high
at the thought! and if I cannot live, at least I will die--a king!”
“It is nobly spoken,” said Almamen, coldly.
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