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           Legend of Don Munio Sancho de Hinojosa。



  IN THE cloisters of the ancient Benedictine convent of San

Domingo; at Silos; in Castile; are the mouldering yet magnificent

monuments of the once powerful and chivalrous family of Hinojosa。

Among these reclines the marble figure of a knight; in complete armor;

with the hands pressed together; as if in prayer。 On one side of his

tomb is sculptured in relief a band of Christian cavaliers;

capturing a cavalcade of male and female Moors; on the other side; the

same cavaliers are represented kneeling before an altar。 The tomb;

like most of the neighboring monuments; is almost in ruins; and the

sculpture is nearly unintelligible; excepting to the keen eye of the

antiquary。 The story connected with the sepulchre; however; is still

preserved in the old Spanish chronicles; and is to the following

purport:



  IN old times; several hundred years ago; there was a noble Castilian

cavalier; named Don Munio Sancho de Hinojosa; lord of a border castle;

which had stood the brunt of many a Moorish foray。 He had seventy

horsemen as his household troops; all of the ancient Castilian

proof; stark warriors; hard riders; and men of iron; with these he

scoured the Moorish lands; and made his name terrible throughout the

borders。 His castle hall was covered with banners; cimeters; and

Moslem helms; the trophies of his prowess。 Don Munio was; moreover;

a keen huntsman; and rejoiced in hounds of all kinds; steeds for the

chase; and hawks for the towering sport of falconry。 When not

engaged in warfare; his delight was to beat up the neighboring

forests; and scarcely ever did he ride forth; without hound and

horn; a boar…spear in his hand; or a hawk upon his fist; and an

attendant train of huntsmen。

  His wife; Dona Maria Palacin; was of a gentle and timid nature;

little fitted to be the spouse of so hardy and adventurous a knight;

and many a tear did the poor lady shed; when he sallied forth upon his

daring enterprises; and many a prayer did she offer up for his safety。

  As this doughty cavalier was one day hunting; he stationed himself

in a thicket; on the borders of a green glade of the forest; and

dispersed his followers to rouse the game; and drive it toward his

stand。 He had not been here long; when a cavalcade of Moors; of both

sexes; came prankling over the forest lawn。 They were unarmed; and

magnificently dressed in robes of tissue and embroidery; rich shawls

of India; bracelets and anklets of gold; and jewels that sparkled in

the sun。

  At the head of this gay cavalcade rode a youthful cavalier; superior

to the rest in dignity and loftiness of demeanor; and in splendor of

attire; beside him was a damsel; whose veil; blown aside by the

breeze; displayed a face of surpassing beauty; and eyes cast down in

maiden modesty; yet beaming with tenderness and joy。

  Don Munio thanked his stars for sending him such a prize; and

exulted at the thought of bearing home to his wife the glittering

spoils of these infidels。 Putting his hunting horn to his lips; he

gave a blast that rung through the forest。 His huntsmen came running

from all quarters; and the astonished Moors were surrounded and made

captives。

  The beautiful Moor wrung her hands in despair; and her female

attendants uttered the most piercing cries。 The young Moorish cavalier

alone retained self…possession。 He inquired the name of the

Christian knight; who commanded this troop of horsemen。 When told that

it was Don Munio Sancho de Hinojosa; his countenance lighted up。

Approaching that cavalier; and kissing his hand; 〃Don Munio Sancho;〃

said he; 〃I have heard of your fame as a true and valiant knight;

terrible in arms; but schooled in the noble virtues of chivalry。

Such do I trust to find you。 In me you behold Abadil; son of a Moorish

alcayde。 I am on the way to celebrate my nuptials with this lady;

chance has thrown us in your power; but I confide in your magnanimity。

Take all our treasure and jewels; demand what ransom you think

proper for our persons; but suffer us not to be insulted nor

dishonored。〃

  When the good knight heard this appeal; and beheld the beauty of the

youthful pair; his heart was touched with tenderness and courtesy。

〃God forbid;〃 said he; 〃that I should disturb such happy nuptials。

My prisoners in troth shall ye be; for fifteen days; and immured

within my castle; where I claim; as conqueror; the right of

celebrating your espousals。〃

  So saying; he dispatched one of his fleetest horsemen in advance; to

notify Dona Maria Palacin of the coming of this bridal party; while he

and his huntsmen escorted the cavalcade; not as captors; but as a

guard of honor。 As they drew near to the castle; the banners were hung

out; and the trumpets sounded from the battlements; and on their

nearer approach; the draw…bridge was lowered; and Dona Maria came

forth to meet them; attended by her ladies and knights; her pages

and her minstrels。 She took the young bride; Allifra; in her arms;

kissed her with the tenderness of a sister; and conducted her into the

castle。 In the mean time; Don Munio sent forth missives in every

direction; and had viands and dainties of all kinds collected from the

country round; and the wedding of the Moorish lovers was celebrated

with all possible state and festivity。 For fifteen days; the castle

was given up to joy and revelry。 There were tiltings and jousts at the

ring; and bull…fights; and banquets; and dances to the sound of

minstrelsy。 When the fifteen days were at an end; he made the bride

and bridegroom magnificent presents; and conducted them and their

attendants safely beyond the borders。 Such; in old times; were the

courtesy and generosity of a Spanish cavalier。

  Several years after this event; the king of Castile summoned his

nobles to assist him in a campaign against the Moors。 Don Munio Sancho

was among the first to answer to the call; with seventy horsemen;

all stanch and well…tried warriors。 His wife; Dona Maria hung about

his neck。 〃Alas; my lord!〃 exclaimed she; 〃how often wilt thou tempt

thy fate; and when will thy thirst for glory be appeased!〃

  〃One battle more;〃 replied Don Munio; 〃one battle more; for the

honor of Castile; and I here make a vow; that when this is over; I

will lay by my sword; and repair with my cavaliers in pilgrimage to

the sepulchre of our Lord at Jerusalem。〃 The cavaliers all joined with

him in the vow; and Dona Maria felt in some degree soothed in

spirit; still; she saw with a heavy heart the departure of her

husband; and watched his banner with wistful eyes; until it

disappeared among the trees of the forest。

  The king of Castile led his army to the plains of Salmanara; where

they encountered the Moorish host; near to Ucles。 The battle was

long and bloody; the Christians repeatedly wavered; and were as

often rallied by the energy of their commanders。 Don Munio was covered

with wounds; but refused to leave the field。 The Christians at

length gave way; and the king was hardly pressed; and in danger of

being captured。

  Don Munio called upon his cavaliers to follow him to the rescue。

〃Now is the time;〃 cried he; 〃to prove your loyalty。 Fall to; like

brave men! We fight for the true faith; and if we lose our lives here;

we gain a better life hereafter。〃

  Rushing with his men between the king and his pursuers; they checked

the latter in their career; and gave time for their monarch to escape;

but they fell victims to their loyalty。 They all fought to the last

gasp。 Don Munio was singled out by a powerful Moorish knight; but

having been wounded in the right arm; he fought to disadvantage; and

was slain。 The battle being over; the Moor paused to possess himself

of the spoils of this redoubtable Christian warrior。 When he unlaced

the helmet; however; and beheld the countenance of Don Munio; he

gave a great cry; and smote his breast。 〃Woe is me!〃 cried he; 〃I have

slain my benefactor! The flower of knightl

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