When the rising sun gilded the cupolas of the Imperial City, the Toledan maidens who came down to the river to fill their pitchers from the pure and crystal stream, returned sorrowfully with empty pitchers on their heads; the clear waters had become turbid and muddy, for the roaring waves were carrying down the still smoking ruins of the bridge. [Illustration: "MAIDENS RETURNED SORROWFULLY WITH EMPTY PITCHERS."] Popular indignation rose to its highest pitch, and overflowed all limits; for the bridge of San Martin was the only path that led to the lovely Cigarrales. Joining their forces for one supreme effort, the Toledans made a furious onslaught on the camp, and, after blood had flowed in torrents, compelled the army to take flight. II. Many years passed since the bridge of San Martin had been destroyed. Kings and Archbishops had projected schemes to replace it by another structure, of equal strength and beauty; but the genius and perseverance of the most famous architects were unable to carry out their wishes. The rapid, powerful currents of the river destroyed and swept away the scaffolding and framework before the gigantic arches could be completed. Don Pedro Tenorio, Cardinal Archbishop of Toledo, to whom the city owes her glory almost as much as to her Kings, sent criers throughout the cities and towns of Spain, inviting architects, Christian and Moorish, to undertake the reconstruction of the bridge of San Martin; but with no result. The difficulties to be encountered were judged insurmountable. At length one day a man and a woman, complete strangers to the place, entered Toledo through the Cambron Gate. They carefully inspected the ruined bridge. Then they engaged a small house near the ruins, and proceeded to take up their quarters there. On the following day the man proceeded to the Archbishop's Palace. His Eminence was holding a conference of prelates, learned men, and distinguished knights, who were attracted by his piety and wisdom. Great was his joy when one of his attendants announced that an architect from distant lands solicited the honour of an audience. The Cardinal Archbishop hastened to receive the stranger. The first salutations over, his Eminence bade him be seated. "My Lord Archbishop," began the stranger, "my name, which is unknown to your Eminence, is Juan de Arèvalo, and I am an architect by profession." "Are you come in answer to the invitation I have issued calling upon skilful architects to come and rebuild the bridge of San Martin, which in former times afforded a passage between the city and the Cigarrales?" "It was indeed that invitation which brought me to Toledo." "Are you aware of the difficulties of its construction?" "I am well aware of them. But I can surmount them." "Where did you study architecture?" "In Salamanca." "And what erection have you to show me as a proof of your skill?" "None whatever, my lord."