Patrañas; or, Spanish Stories, Legendary and Traditional

by Rachel Harriette Busk

  THE BLACK CHARGER OF HERNANDO.

  Hernando was a poor knight, who had spent all in the service ofhis country. He had nothing to call his own but his stout armour,his high-couraged black charger, and his bold lance; and with thesehe was ever in the thickest of the fray against the Moors. But atlast his turn came; and in return for the losses he had caused them,the Moors contrived to surround and slay him.

  Now, when his black charger knew that his master was wounded to death,like a valiant steed true to his Christian master, he turned and borehim out of the fight to a lonely dell, where a pious hermit mightminister the last consolations of religion to his parting soul. But asordid Moor, seeing the helpless dying man thus borne along, determinedto possess himself of his stout armour and his bold black charger;he followed with fruitless attempts to arrest the gallant beast untilit pleased him to stop before the hermit's cell, where it waitedpatiently while they lifted the sacred burden down--the hermit andthe Moor together; for the Moor desired to possess himself of theouter shell of his armour, and the hermit, the inner shell, namely,his body, that the kernel, that is his soul, might go up holy andclean before God. Then his soul had scarcely passed away, when theMoor stripped him of his armour, and packed it all safely on the backof the black charger, and prepared to lead him home, for he was afraidhimself to mount him. But the black charger no sooner perceived hisdear master's remains safe in the care of the hermit, to bury them,and his armour safe in his own, than he started off at his wildestspeed, leaving the Moor who had ventured to lay his infidel hands onthe reins, to measure his length in the dust. And on and on he went,nor stopped till he reached Hernando's hillside home.

  Dona Teresa, his wife, had never ceased every day to look out for herHernando's return. And when she saw his black charger, bearing hisempty armour, she knew at once all that had come to pass; and like anoble Christian spouse, she had the strength to thank God that herHernando had spent his life in the service of his religion and hiscountry. Then she took his precious armour and laid it safely by,and she caressed the gallant black charger, and led him away to hisfresh-littered stall.

  Then every day she tried the armour on the young Hernando, and madehim bestride the black charger, that he might be a valiant slayer ofMoors like his father.

  Now young Hernando was slight, and young Hernando was pale. And heshrank from the cold, hard armour, and the tall, snorting steed. Buthis mother Teresa was brave, brave as became a Christian spouse,and she listened not to his fears; but bade him be of good heart,and put his trust in Christ.

  And at last the day came when she bade him go forth and do battle tothe Moors. Young Hernando's heart beat high, for his spirit indeedwas willing; and he burned to add his name to the long traditions ofprowess which his mother told him of his house. But his arm was alluntried, and he shrank from the thought of pain, for the young tenderflesh was weak. But he would not belie his mother, so he crossedthe bold black charger; and the noble charger snorted, when he feltthat once more he bore a Christian to the battle. By night theytravelled on; and by day they slept in the shade. In the morning,when the sun began to dawn, they rose, and set out on their way;and as they crossed a plain, young Hernando saw a tall Moor comingtowards them. And his heart smote him for fear; and he would gladlyhave turned out of the way. But he bethought him it became not aChristian to shrink away before a Moor; so he nerved him with whatcourage he might, and rode on steadily along his way.

  Now, when the bold black charger scented the Pagan hound, he snorted,and shook his mane, and darted to the encounter. So young Hernandowas borne along, and found himself face to face with his foe. Then hisfather's shield rose to protect him; and the lance lifted up his arm;and the black charger rode at the Moor; and the lance cast him downfrom his seat. Then the sword leaped from its scabbard, and plantingitself in young Hernando's grasp, struck off the pagan's head.

  So Hernando tied the head to his saddle and bound the body upon itsmule. Thus he rode on to the town--to the town of Royal Burgos. Andwhen the people saw him bestriding the bold black charger, thegrisly head hanging from his saddle, and the headless body followingbehind, bound fast to the African mule, they cried, "All hail to thevictor! All hail to young Hernando, who conquered the pagan Moor!"

  And so they brought him to the king, and his ghastly burden with him,and the headless rider behind. And the king rose and embraced him, andthe queen held her fair white hand and gave it the youth to kiss. Andshe said, "A youth so comely and valiant should have armour rich andbright, and a steed with a shining coat." So she called a page tobring a suit of polished steel, and a horse from the royal stables,and present them to young Hernando. Then they took off his ancientarmour and laid it on the old black charger, and Hernando donned thenew, and sprang into the saddle of the horse from the royal stall.

  Now the bold black charger was grieved to be thus set aside, so hesnorted and turned his head and rode back to Dona Teresa. When DonaTeresa saw him ride back with the empty armour, she thought that herson was dead, and rejoiced as a Christian mother, that the Moors hadsent him to glory. So she laid up the ancient armour, and caressedthe bold black charger, and led him to his fresh-littered stall.

  Young Hernando meantime feared, as he sat on the fiery steed; for inhis far-off hillside home he had but that black charger tried. Norhad he learnt to handle the weapons they gave him to bear.

  But the king, who had seen him come in bearing along such goodlyspoils, took him for a practised warrior, and gave him a work to dowhich needed a valiant heart. "Now keep this pass," he said, "forthe rocks are narrow and high, and one at a time, as the enemy comes,with your sword you will strike them down."

  Young Hernando durst not say 'Nay;' for his spirit within him was bold,though his young tender flesh was weak. And as he watched there alone,with only the moon for guide, "Oh, had I my old black charger, andmy father's armour!" he cried. And the bold black charger felt, as hestood in his far-off stall, that his master's son was in danger, and hesnorted to get away. And Dona Teresa knew when she heard him snort andsnort there was work to do far away. So she bound the armour on him,and away he fled like the wind, nor stopped till he reached Hernando.

  "To me! my bold black charger! To me! 'tis yet in time! To me!" Andhe mounted the charger bold, in his father's armour clad.

  Then stealthily came the Moors, all creeping through the pass, andHernando's lance and Hernando's sword laid them low on the groundthat night. And when the king came up, Hernando sat at his post,and his prostrate foes around him.

  When the king saw he had done so bravely, he would have given him anew suit of armour, and a new bright-coated steed. But Hernando said,"Good king! pray leave me my father's armour and my father's chargerbold, for I am but a stripling, and my hand and my arm are weak, butmy father's arms and my father's steed alone put the foe to flight."

  So the king let him have his will; and as he found him so braveand successful against the Moors, he sent him to carry a message ofencouragement to Don Diaz, to whom the Moors had laid siege. Now,as he came back from the errand, he was crossing the lonely plain,when anon it was covered with horsemen--Moorish horsemen, arrayedin their might. He knew that his trust was sacred, and he might notendanger the letter he bore by encountering so overpowering a host. But'twas vain that he tried to turn, for the bold black charger refused;but, as if he had been spurred, with his might he dashed right intothe Pagan midst. The lance sprang in Hernando's hand and piercedthrough the Moorish king. Then the host, dismayed, exclaimed, "Thisone rider alone in his strength, no mortal man is he: it is one oftheir Christian saints come down to scatter the Prophet's band." Sothey turned and fled apace, and on the black charger rode behind;and Hernando's lance and Hernando's sword laid low the straggling host.

  And such fear had fallen on all the Prophet's children that day, thaton bended knee they sent to sue a truce of the Christian king. Andto purchase a term of rest, they set all their captives free, andwith tribute and with hostages made peace with the Christian king.

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bsp; So young Hernando rode home--to his home by the steep hillside. AndDona Teresa came out to greet her boy on his gallant steed. And withher, fair Melisenda walked, who a gentler greeting gave; she was hisbride betrothed, and she knew that now peace was made, they wouldlovingly live together, in that far-off hillside home.

  And they stroked the bold black charger, and led him to hisfresh-littered stall. And 'tis said that while yet the land wasblighted by one strange [98] Moor, that bold black charger never died;but whenever the fight raged high, or the Christian host needed aid,there he bore his rider to turn the day. But where he died or whenhe fell, no mortal ever knew.