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by Robert Southey

Amid the chestnut groves

  On Sella’s side, Alphonso had in charge

  To watch the foe; a prowling band came nigh,

  Whom with the ardour of impetuous youth

  He charged and followed them in close pursuit:

  Quick succours join’d them; and the strife grew hot,

  Ere Pedro hastening to bring off his son,

  Or Julian and his Captains,.. bent alike

  That hour to abstain from combat, (for by this

  Full sure they deem’d Alcahman had secured

  The easy means of certain victory,)..

  Could reach the spot. Both thus in their intent

  According, somewhat had they now allay’d

  The fury of the fight, though still spears flew,

  And strokes of sword and mace were interchanged,

  When passing through the troop a Moor came up

  On errand from the Chief, to Julian sent;

  A fatal errand fatally perform’d

  For Julian, for the Chief, and for himself,

  And all that host of Musselmen he brought;

  For while with well-dissembled words he lured

  The warrior’s ear, the dexterous ruffian mark’d

  The favouring moment and unguarded place,

  And plunged a javelin in his side. The Count,

  Fell, but in falling called to Cottila,

  Treachery! the Moor! the Moor!..He too on whom

  He call’d had seen the blow from whence it came,

  And seized the murderer. Miscreant! he exclaim’d,

  Who set thee on? The Musselman, who saw

  His secret purpose baffled, undismayed,

  Replies, What I have done is authorized;

  To punish treachery and prevent worse ill

  Orpas and Abuleacem sent me here;

  The service of the Caliph and the Faith

  Required the blow.

  The Prophet and the Fiend

  Reward thee then! cried Cottila; meantime

  Take thou from me thy proper earthly meed;

  Villain!.. and lifting as be spake the sword,

  He smote him on the neck: the trenchant blade

  Through vein and artery pass’d and yielding bone;

  And on the shoulder, as the assassin dropt,

  His head half-severed fell. The curse of God

  Fall on the Caliph and the Faith and thee!

  Stamping for anguish, Cottila pursued;

  African dogs, thus is it ye requite

  Our services?.. But dearly shall ye pay

  For this day’s work!.. O Fellow-soldiers, here,

  Stretching his hands toward the host, he cried,

  Behold your noble leader basely slain!

  He who for twenty years hath led us forth

  To war, and brought us home with victory.

  Here he lies foully murdered,.. by the Moors...

  Those whom he trusted, whom he served so well

  Our turn is next! but neither will we wait

  Idly, nor tamely fall!

  Amid the grief,

  Tumult, and rage, of those who gather’d round,

  When Julian could be heard, I have yet life,

  He said, for vengeance. Virimar, speed thou

  To yonder Mountaineers, and tell their Chiefs

  That Julian’s veteran army joins this day

  Pelayo’s standard! The command devolves

  On Gunderick. Fellow-soldiers, who so well

  Redress’d the wrongs of your old General,

  Ye will not let his death go unrevenged!..

  Tears then were seen on many an iron cheek,

  And groans were heard from many a resolute heart,

  And vow’s with imprecations mix’d went forth,

  And curses check’d by sobs. Bear me apart,

  Said Julian, with a faint and painful voice,

  And let me see my daughter ere I die.

  Scarce had he spoken when the pitying throng

  Divide before her. Eagerly she came;

  A deep and fearful lustre in her eye,

  A look of settled woe,.. pale, deadly pale,

  Yet to no lamentations giving way,

  Nor tears nor groans;.. within her breaking heart

  She bore the grief, and kneeling solemnly

  Beside him, raised her aweful hands to heaven,

  And cried, Lord God! be with him in this hour

  Two things have I to think of, O my child,

  Vengeance and thee; said Julian. For the first

  I have provided: what remains of life

  As best may comfort thee may so be best

  Employ’d; let me be borne within the church,

  And thou, with that good man who follows thee,

  Attend me there.

  Thus when Florinda heard

  Her father speak, a gleam of heavenly joy

  Shone through the anguish of her countenance.

  O gracious God, she cried, my prayers are heard;

  Now let me die!.. They raised him from the earth;

  He, knitting as they lifted him his brow,

  Drew in through open lips and teeth firm-closed

  His painful breath, and on the lance laid hand,

  Lest its long shaft should shake the mortal wound.

  Gently his men with slow and steady step

  Their suffering burthen bore, and in the Church

  Before the altar laid him down, his head

  Upon Florinda’s knees — Now, friends, said he,

  Farewell. I ever hoped to meet my death

  Among ye, like a soldier,.. but not thus!

  Go join the Asturians; and in after years,

  When of your old commander ye shall talk,

  How -well he loved his followers, what he was

  In battle, and how basely he was slain,

  Let not the tale its fit completion lack,

  But say how bravely was his death revenged.

  Vengeance! in that good word doth Julian make

  His testament; your faithful swords must give

  The will its full performance. Leave me now,

  I have done with worldly things. Comrades, farewell,

  And love my memory!

  They with copious tears

  Of burning anger, grief exasperating

  Their rage, and fury giving force to grief,

  Hasten’d to form their ranks against the Moors.

  Julian meantime toward the altar turn’d

  His languid eyes: That Image, is it not

  St. Peter, he inquired, he who denied

  His Lord and was forgiven?.. Roderick rejoin’d.

  It is the Apostle; and may that same Lord,

  O Julian, to thy soul’s salvation bless

  The seasonable thought

  The dying Count

  Then fix’d upon the Goth his earnest eyes,

  No time, said he, is this for bravery,

  As little for dissemblance. I would fain

  Die in the faith wherein my fathers died,

  Whereto they pledged me in mine infancy...

  A soldier’s habits, he pursued, have steel’d

  My spirit, and perhaps I do not fear

  This passage as I ought. But if to feel

  That I have sinn’d, and from my soul renounce

  The Impostor’s faith, which never in that soul

  Obtain’d a place,.. if at the Saviour’s feet,

  Laden with guilt, to cast myself and cry,

  Lord, I believe! help thou my unbelief!..

  If this in the sincerity of death

  Sufficeth,.. Father, let me from thy lips

  Receive the assurances with which the Church

  Doth bless the dying Christian.

  Roderick raised

  His eyes to Heaven, and crossing on his breast

  His open palms, Mysterious are thy ways

  And merciful, O gracious Lord! he cried,

  Who to this end hast thus been
pleased to lead

  My wandering steps! O Father, this thy son

  Hath sinn’d and gone astray: but hast not Thou

  Said, When the sinner from his evil ways

  Turneth, that he shall save his soul alive,

  And Angels at the sight rejoice in Heaven?

  Therefore do I, in thy most holy name,

  Into thy family receive again

  Him who was lost, and in that name absolve

  The Penitent.... So saying on the head

  Of Julian solemnly he laid his hands.

  Then to the altar tremblingly he turn’d,

  And took the bread, and breaking it, pursued,

  Julian! receive from me the Bread of Life!

  In silence reverently the Count partook

  The reconciling rite, and to his lips

  Roderick then held the consecrated cup.

  Me too! exclaim’d Florinda, who till then

  Had listen’d speechlessly; Thou Man of God,

  I also must partake! The Lord hath heard

  My prayers! one sacrament,.. one hour,.. one grave,..

  One resurrection!

  That dread office done,

  Count Julian with amazement saw the Priest

  Kneel down before him. By the sacrament

  Which we have here partaken, Roderick cried,

  In this most aweful moment; by that hope,..

  That holy faith which comforts thee in death,

  Grant thy forgiveness, Julian, ere thou diest!

  Behold the man who most hath injured thee!

  Roderick, the wretched Goth, the guilty cause

  Of all thy guilt,.. the unworthy instrument

  Of thy redemption,.. kneels before thee here,

  And prays to be forgiven!

  Roderick! exclaim’d

  The dying Count,.. Roderick!..and from the floor

  With violent effort half he raised himself;

  The spear hung heavy in his side, and pain

  And weakness overcame him, that he fell

  Back on his daughter’s lap. O Death, cried he,..

  Passing his hand across his cold damp brow,..

  Thou tamest the strong limb, and conquerest

  The stubborn heart! But yesterday I said

  One Heaven could not contain mine enemy

  And me: and now I lift my dying voice

  To say, Forgive me, Lord, as I forgive

  Him who hath done the wrong!.. He closed his eyes

  A moment; then with sudden impulse cried,..

  Roderick, thy wife is dead,.. the Church hath power

  To free thee from thy vows,.. the broken heart

  Might yet be heal’d, the wrong redress’d, the throne

  Rebuilt by that same hand which pull’d it down,

  And these cursed Africans... Oh for a month

  Of that waste life which millions misbestow!..

  His voice was passionate, and in his eye

  With glowing animation while he spake

  The vehement spirit shone: its effort soon

  Was past, and painfully with feeble breath

  In slow and difficult utterance he pursued,..

  Vain hope, if all the evil was ordain’d,

  And this wide wreck the will and work of Heaven,

  We hut the poor occasion! Death will make

  All clear, and joining us in better worlds,

  Complete our union there! Do for me now

  One friendly office more:.. draw forth the spear,

  And free me from this pain!...Receive his soul,

  Saviour! exclaim’d the Goth, as he perform’d

  The fatal service. Julian cried, O friend!..

  True friend!.. and gave to him his dying hand.

  Then said he to Florinda, I go first,

  Thou followest!.. kiss me, child!.. and now good night!

  When from her father’s body she arose,

  Her cheek was flush’d, and in her eyes there beam’d

  A wilder brightness. On the Goth she gazed

  While underneath the emotions of that hour

  Exhausted life gave way. O God! she said,

  Lifting her hands, thou hast restored me all,..

  All... in one hour!.. and round his neck she threw

  Her arms and cried, My Roderick! mine in Heaven!

  Groaning, he claspt her close, and in that act

  And agony her happy spirit fled.

  XXV. RODERICK IN BATTLE.

  EIGHT thousand men had to Asturias march d

  Beneath Count Julian’s banner; the remains

  Of that brave army which in Africa

  So well against the Musselman made head.

  Till sense of injuries insupportable,

  And raging thirst of vengeance, overthrew

  Their leader’s noble spirit. To revenge

  His quarrel, twice that number left their bones,

  Slain in unnatural battle, on the field

  Of Xeres, when the sceptre from the Goths

  By righteous Heaven was reft. Others had fallen

  Consumed in sieges, alway by the Moor

  To the front of war opposed. The policy,

  With whatsoever show of honour cloak’d,

  Was gross, and this surviving band had oft

  At their carousals, of the flagrant wrong,

  Held such discourse as stirs the mounting blood,

  The common danger with one discontent

  Affecting chiefs and men. Nor had the bonds

  Of rooted discipline and faith attach’d,

  Thus long restrain’d them, had they not known well

  That Julian in their just resentment shared,

  And fix’d their hopes on him. Slight impulse now

  Sufficed to make these fiery martialists

  Break forth in open fury; and though first

  Count Pedro listen’d with suspicious ear

  To Julian’s dying errand, deeming it

  Some new decoy of treason,.. when he found

  A second legate follow’d Virimar,

  And then a third, and saw the turbulence

  Of the camp, and how against the Moors in haste

  They form’d their lines, he knew that Providence

  This hour had for his country interposed,

  And in such faith advanced to use the aid

  Thus wondrously ordain’d. The eager Chiefs

  Hasten to greet him, Cottila and Paul,

  Basil and Miro, Theudered, Gunderick,

  Felix, and all who held authority;

  The zealous services of their brave host

  They proffer’d, and besought him instantly

  To lead against the African their force

  Combined, and in good hour assail a foe

  Divided, nor for such attack prepared.

  While thus they communed, Roderick from the church

  Came forth, and seeing Pedro, bent his way

  Toward them. Sirs, said he, the Count is dead;

  He died a Christian, reconciled to Heaven,

  In faith; and when his daughter had received

  His dying breath, her spirit too took flight.

  One sacrament, one death, united them;

  And I beseech ye, ye who from the work

  Of blood which lies before us may return,..

  If, as I think, it should not be my fate..

  That in one grave with Christian ceremonies

  Ye lay them side by side. In Heaven I ween

  They are met through mercy:.. ill befall the man

  Who should ill death divide them!.. Then he turn’d

  His speech to Pedro in an under voice;

  The King, said he, I know with noble mind

  Will judge of the departed; Christian-like

  He died, and with a manly penitence:

  They who condemn him most should call to mind

  How grievous was the wrong which madden’d him;

  Be that remember’d in his histor
y,

  And let no shame be offer’d his remains.

  As Pedro would have answer’d, a loud cry

  Of menacing imprecation from the troops

  Arose; for Orpas, by the Moorish Chief

  Sent to allay the storm his villainy

  Had stirr’d, came hastening on a milk-white steed,

  And at safe distance having check’d the rein,

  Beckon’d for parley. ’Twas Orelio

  On which he rode, Roderick’s own battle-horse,

  Who from his master’s hand had wont to feed,

  And with a glad docility obey

  His voice familiar. At the sight the Goth

  Started, and indignation to his soul

  Brought back the thoughts and feelings of old times

  Suffer me, Count, he cried, to answer him,

  And hold these back the while! Thus having said,

  He waited no reply, but as he was,

  Bareheaded, in his weeds, and all unarm’d,

  Advanced toward the renegade. Sir Priest,

  Quoth Orpas as he came, I hold no talk

  With thee; my errand is with Gunderiek

  And the Captains of the host, to whom I bring

  Such liberal offers and clear proof...

  The Goth,

  Breaking with scornful voice his speech, exclaim’d,

  What, could no steed but Roderick’s serve thy turn?

  I should have thought some sleek and sober mule

  Long train’d in shackles to procession pace,

  More suited to my lord of Seville’s use

  Than this good war-horse,.. he who never bore

  A villain, until Orpas cross’d his back!...

  Wretch! cried the astonish’d renegade, and stoopt,

  Foaming with anger, from the saddle-bow

  To reach his weapon. Ere the hasty hand

  Trembling in passion could perform its will,

  Roderick had seized the reins. How now, he cried,

  Orelio! old companion,.. my good horse,..

  Off with this recreant burthen!... And with that

  He raised his hand, and rear’d and back’d the steed,

  To that remember’d voice and arm of power

  Obedient. Down the helpless traitor fell

  Violently thrown, and Roderick over him

  Thrice led with just and unrelenting hand

  The trampling hoofs. Go join Witiza now,

  Where he lies howling, the avenger cried,

  And tell him Roderick sent thee!

  At that sight,

  Count Julian’s soldiers and the Asturian host

  Set up a shout, a joyful shout, which rung

  Wide through the welkin. Their exulting cry

  With louder acclamation was renew’d,

 

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