second　wife；　the　beautiful　Elizabetta　of　Farnese；　daughter　of　the　Duke
  of　Parma；　were　expected　at　the　Alhambra。　It　was　destined　for　the　queen
  and　the　ladies　of　her　train。　One　of　the　loftiest　chambers　had　been　her
  sleeping　room。　A　narrow　staircase；　now　walled　up；　led　up　to　a
  delightful　belvidere；　originally　a　mirador　of　the　Moorish　sultanas；
  communicating　with　the　harem；　but　which　was　fitted　up　as　a　boudoir　for
  the　fair　Elizabetta；　and　still　retains　the　name　of　el　tocador　de　la
  Reyna；　or　the　queen's　toilette。
  One　window　of　the　royal　sleeping…room　commanded　a　prospect　of　the
  Generalife　and　its　embowered　terraces；　another　looked　out　into　the
  little　secluded　garden　I　have　mentioned；　which　was　decidedly　Moorish
  in　its　character；　and　also　had　its　history。　It　was　in　fact　the
  garden　of　Lindaraxa；　so　often　mentioned　in　descriptions　of　the
  Alhambra；　but　who　this　Lindaraxa　was　I　have　never　heard　explained。　A
  little　research　gave　me　the　few　particulars　known　about　her。　She　was　a
  Moorish　beauty　who　flourished　in　the　court　of　Muhamed　the　Left…handed；
  and　was　the　daughter　of　his　loyal　adherent；　the　alcayde　of　Malaga；　who
  sheltered　him　in　his　city　when　driven　from　the　throne。　On　regaining
  his　crown；　the　alcayde　was　rewarded　for　his　fidelity。　His　daughter　had
  her　apartment　in　the　Alhambra；　and　was　given　by　the　king　in　marriage
  to　Nasar；　a　young　Cetimerien　prince　descended　from　Aben　Hud　the
  Just。　Their　espousals　were　doubtless　celebrated　in　the　royal　palace；
  and　their　honeymoon　may　have　passed　among　these　very　bowers。*
  *　Una　de　las　cosas　en　que　tienen　precisa　intervencion　los　Reyes
  Moros　es　en　el　matrimonio　de　sus　grandes：　de　aqui　nace　que　todos　los
  senores　llegadas　a　la　persona　real　si　casan　en　palacio；　y　siempre　huvo
  su　quarto　destinado　para　esta　ceremonia。
  One　of　the　things　in　which　the　Moorish　kings　interfered　was　in　the
  marriage　of　their　nobles：　hence　it　came　that　all　the　senores
  attached　to　the　royal　person　were　married　in　the　palace；　and　there　was
  always　a　chamber　destined　for　the　ceremony。…　Paseos　por　Granada。
  Four　centuries　had　elapsed　since　the　fair　Lindaraxa　passed　away；　yet
  how　much　of　the　fragile　beauty　of　the　scenes　she　inhabited　remained！
  The　garden　still　bloomed　in　which　she　delighted；　the　fountain　still
  presented　the　crystal　mirror　in　which　her　charms　may　once　have　been
  reflected；　the　alabaster；　it　is　true；　had　lost　its　whiteness；　the
  basin　beneath；　overrun　with　weeds；　had　become　the　lurking…place　of　the
  lizard；　but　there　was　something　in　the　very　decay　that　enhanced　the
  interest　of　the　scene；　speaking　as　it　did　of　that　mutability；　the
  irrevocable　lot　of　man　and　all　his　works。
  The　desolation　too　of　these　chambers；　once　the　abode　of　the　proud
  and　elegant　Elizabetta；　had　a　more　touching　charm　for　me　than　if　I　had
  beheld　them　in　their　pristine　splendor；　glittering　with　the
  pageantry　of　a　court。
  When　I　returned　to　my　quarters；　in　the　governor's　apartment；　every
  thing　seemed　tame　and　common…place　after　the　poetic　region　I　had　left。
  The　thought　suggested　itself：　Why　could　I　not　change　my　quarters　to
  these　vacant　chambers？　that　would　indeed　be　living　in　the　Alhambra；
  surrounded　by　its　gardens　and　fountains；　as　in　the　time　of　the　Moorish
  sovereigns。　I　proposed　the　change　to　Dame　Antonia　and　her　family；
  and　it　occasioned　vast　surprise。　They　could　not　conceive　any
  rational　inducement　for　the　choice　of　an　apartment　so　forlorn；
  remote　and　solitary。　Dolores　exclaimed　at　its　frightful　loneliness；
  nothing　but　bats　and　owls　flitting　about…　and　then　a　fox　and　wild…cat；
  kept　in　the　vaults　of　the　neighboring　baths；　roamed　about　at　night。
  The　good　Tia　had　more　reasonable　objections。　The　neighborhood　was
  infested　by　vagrants；　gipsies　swarmed　in　the　caverns　of　the　adjacent
  hills；　the　palace　was　ruinous　and　easy　to　be　entered　in　many　places；
  the　rumor　of　a　stranger　quartered　alone　in　one　of　the　remote　and
  ruined　apartments；　out　of　the　hearing　of　the　rest　of　the
  inhabitants；　might　tempt　unwelcome　visitors　in　the　night；　especially
  as　foreigners　were　always　supposed　to　be　well　stocked　with　money。　I
  was　not　to　be　diverted　from　my　humor；　however；　and　my　will　was　law
  with　these　good　people。　So；　calling　in　the　assistance　of　a
  carpenter；　and　the　ever　officious　Mateo　Ximenes；　the　doors　and　windows
  were　soon　placed　in　a　state　of　tolerable　security；　and　the
  sleeping…room　of　the　stately　Elizabetta　prepared　for　my　reception。
  Mateo　kindly　volunteered　as　a　body…guard　to　sleep　in　my　antechamber；
  but　I　did　not　think　it　worth　while　to　put　his　valor　to　the　proof。
  With　all　the　hardihood　I　had　assumed　and　all　the　precautions　I　had
  taken；　I　must　confess　the　first　night　passed　in　these　quarters　was
  inexpressibly　dreary。　I　do　not　think　it　was　so　much　the　apprehension
  of　dangers　from　without　that　affected　me；　as　the　character　of　the
  place　itself；　with　all　its　strange　associations：　the　deeds　of　violence
  committed　there；　the　tragical　ends　of　many　of　those　who　had　once
  reigned　there　in　splendor。　As　I　passed　beneath　the　fated　halls　of
  the　Tower　of　Comares　on　the　way　to　my　chamber；　I　called　to　mind　a
  quotation；　that　used　to　thrill　me　in　the　days　of　boyhood：
  Fate　sits　on　these　dark　battlements　and　frowns；
  And；　as　the　portal　opens　to　receive　me；
  A　voice　in　sullen　echoes　through　the　courts
  Tells　of　a　nameless　deed！
  The　whole　family　escorted　me　to　my　chamber；　and　took　leave　of　me
  as　of　one　engaged　on　a　perilous　enterprise；　and　when　I　heard　their
  retreating　steps　die　away　along　the　waste　antechambers　and　echoing
  galleries；　and　turned　the　key　of　my　door；　I　was　reminded　of　those
  hobgoblin　stories；　where　the　hero　is　left　to　accomplish　the
  adventure　of　an　enchanted　house。
  Even　the　thoughts　of　the　fair　Elizabetta　and　the　beauties　of　her
  court；　who　had　once　graced　these　chambers；　now；　by　a　perversion　of
  fancy；　added　to　the　gloom。　Here　was　the　scene　of　their　transient
  gayety　and　loveliness；　here　were　the　very　traces　of　their　elegance　and
  enjoyment；　but　what　and　where　were　they？…　Dust　and　ashes！　tenants　of
  the　tomb！　phantoms　of　the　memory！
  A　vague　and　indescribable　awe　was　creeping　over　me。　I　would　fain
  have　ascribed　it　to　the　thoughts　of　robbers　awakened　by　the
  evening's　conversation；　but　I　felt　it　was　something　more　unreal　and
  absurd。　The　long…buried　superstitions　of　the　nursery　were　reviving；
  and　asserting　their　power　over　my　imagination。　Every　thing　began　to　be
  affected　by　the　working　of　my　mind。　The　whispering　of　the　wind；
  among　the　citron…trees　beneath　my　window；　had　something　sinister。　I
  cast　my　eyes　into　the　garden　of　Lindaraxa；　the　groves　presented　a　gulf
  of　shadows；　the　thickets；　indistinct　and　ghastly　shapes。　I　was　glad　to
  close　the　window；　but　my　chamber　itself　became　infected。　There　was　a
  slight　rustling　noise　overhead；　a　bat　suddenly　emerged　from　a　broken
  panel　of　the　ceiling；　flitting　about　the　room　and　athwart　my
  solitary　lamp；　and　as　the　fateful　bird　almost　flouted　my　face　with　his
  noiseless　wing；　the　grotesque　faces　carved　in　high　relief　in　the　cedar
  ceiling；　whence　he　had　emerged；　seemed　to　mope　and　mow　at　me。
  Rousing　myself；　and　half　smiling　at　this　temporary　weakness；　I
  resolved　to　brave　it　out　in　the　true　spirit　of　the　hero　of　the
  enchanted　house；　so；　taking　lamp　in　hand；　I　sallied　forth　to　make　a
  tour　of　the　palace。　Notwithstanding　every　mental　exertion　the　task　was
  a　severe　one。　I　had　to　traverse　waste　halls　and　mysterious
  galleries；　where　the　rays　of　the　lamp　extended　but　a　short　distance
  around　me。　I　walked；　as　it　were；　in　a　mere　halo　of　light；　walled　in　by
  impenetrable　darkness。　The　vaulted　corridors　were　as　caverns；　the
  ceilings　of　the　halls　were　lost　in　gloom。　I　recalled　all　that　had　been
  said　of　the　danger　from　interlopers　in　these　remote　and　ruined
  apartments。　Might　not　some　vagrant　foe　be　lurking　before　or　behind　me；
  in　the　outer　darkness？　My　own　shadow；　cast　upon　the　wall；　began　to
  disturb　me。　The　echoes　of　my　own　footsteps　along　the　corridors　made　me
  pause　and　look　round。　I　was　traversing　scenes　fraught　with　dismal
  recollections。　One　dark　passage　led　down　to　the　mosque　where　Yusef；
  the　Moorish　monarch；　the　finisher　of　the　Alhambra；　had　been　basely
  murdered。　In　another　place；　I　trod　the　gallery　where　another　monarch
  had　been　struck　down　by　the　poniard　of　a　relative　whom　he　had　thwarted
  in　his　love。
  A　low　murmuring　sound；　as　of　stifled　voices　and　clanking　chains；　now
  reached　me。　It　seemed　to　come　from　the　Hall　of　the　Abencerrages。　I
  knew　it　to　be　the　rush　of　water　through　subterranean　channels；　but
  it　sounded　strangely　in　the　night；　and　reminded　me　of　the　dismal
  stories　to　which　it　had　given　rise。
  Soon；　however；　my　ear　was　assailed　by　sounds　too　fearfully　real　to
  be　the　work　of　fancy。　As　I　was　crossing　the　Hall　of　Ambassadors；　low
  moans　and　broken　ejaculations　rose；　as　it　were；　from　beneath　my
  feet。　I　paused　and　listened。　They　then　appeared　to　be　outside　of　the
  tower…　then　again　within。　Then