ough　a　country　which　had　so　often　been　the　scene　of　his　exploits；　but　to　be　thus　impeded　in　his　flight　and　harassed　and　insulted　by　a　mere　handful　of　warriors　roused　the　violent　passions　of　the　old　Moor　to　perfect　frenzy。　He　had　marked　Don　Alonso　de　Aguilar　dealing　his　blows　（says　Agapida）　with　the　pious　vehemence　of　a　righteous　knight；　who　knows　that　in　every　wound　inflicted　upon　the　infidels　he　is　doing　God　service。　　Ali　Atar　spurred　his　steed　along　the　bank　of　the　river　to　come　upon　Don　Alonso　by　surprise。　　The　back　of　the　warrior　was　toward　him；　and；　collecting　all　his　force；　the　Moor　hurled　his　lance　to　transfix　him　on　the　spot。　　The　lance　was　not　thrown　with　the　usual　accuracy　of　Ali　Atar：　it　tore　away　a　part　of　the　cuirass　of　Don　Alonso；　but　failed　to　inflict　a　wound。　　The　Moor　rushed　upon　Don　Alonso　with　his　scimetar；　but　the　latter　was　on　the　alert　and　parried　his　blow。　　They　fought　desperately　upon　the　borders　of　the　river；　alternately　pressing　each　other　into　the　stream　and　fighting　their　way　again　up　the　bank。　　Ali　Atar　was　repeatedly　wounded；　and　Don　Alonso；　having　pity　on　his　age；　would　have　spared　his　life：　he　called　upon　him　to　surrender。　　〃Never；〃　cried　Ali　Atar；　〃to　a　Christian　dog！〃　　The　words　were　scarce　out　of　his　mouth　when　the　sword　of　Don　Alonso　clove　his　turbaned　head　and　sank　deep　into　the　brain。　　He　fell　dead　without　a　groan；　his　body　rolled　into　the　Xenil；　nor　was　it　ever　found　or　recognized。*　　Thus　fell　Ali　Atar；　who　had　long　been　the　terror　of　Andalusia。　As　he　had　hated　and　warred　upon　the　Christians　all　his　life；　so　he　died　in　the　very　act　of　bitter　hostility。
  *Cura　de　los　Palacios。
  The　fall　of　Ali　Atar　put　an　end　to　the　transient　stand　of　the　cavalry。　Horse　and　foot　mingled　together　in　the　desperate　struggle　across　the　Xenil；　and　many　were　trampled　down　and　perished　beneath　the　waves。　　Don　Alonso　and　his　band　continued　to　harass　them　until　they　crossed　the　frontier；　and　every　blow　struck　home　to　the　Moors　seemed　to　lighten　the　load　of　humiliation　and　sorrow　which　had　weighed　heavy　on　their　hearts。
  In　this　disastrous　rout　the　Moors　lost　upward　of　five　thousand　killed　and　made　prisoners；　many　of　whom　were　of　the　most　noble　lineages　of　Granada；　numbers　fled　to　rocks　and　mountains；　where　they　were　subsequently　taken。
  Boabdil　remained　a　prisoner　in　the　state　tower　of　the　citadel　of　Lucena　under　the　vigilance　of　Alonso　de　Rueda；　esquire　of　the　alcayde　of　the　Donceles；　his　quality　was　still　unknown　until　the　24th　of　April；　three　days　after　the　battle。　　On　that　day　some　prisoners；　natives　of　Granada；　just　brought　in；　caught　a　sight　of　the　unfortunate　Boabdil　despoiled　of　his　royal　robes。　　Throwing　themselves　at　his　feet；　they　broke　forth　in　loud　lamentations；　apostrophizing　him　as　their　lord　and　king。
  Great　was　the　astonishment　and　triumph　of　the　count　de　Cabra　and　Don　Diego　Fernandez　de　Cordova　on　learning　the　rank　of　the　supposed　cavalier。　　They　both　ascended　to　the　castle　to　see　that　he　was　lodged　in　a　style　befitting　his　quality。　　When　the　good　count　beheld　in　the　dejected　captive　before　him　the　monarch　who　had　so　recently　appeared　in　royal　splendor　surrounded　by　an　army；　his　generous　heart　was　touched　by　sympathy。　　He　said　everything　to　comfort　him　that　became　a　courteous　and　Christian　knight；　observing　that　the　same　mutability　of　things　which　had　suddenly　brought　him　low　might　as　rapidly　restore　him　to　prosperity；　since　in　this　world　nothing　is　stable；　and　sorrow；　like　joy；　has　its　allotted　term。
  The　action　here　recorded　was　called　by　some　the　battle　of　Lucena；　by　others　the　battle　of　the　Moorish　king；　because　of　the　capture　of　Boabdil。　　Twenty…two　banners；　taken　on　the　occasion；　were　borne　in　triumph　into　Vaena　on　the　23d　of　April；　St。　George's　Day；　and　hung　up　in　the　church。　　There　they　remain　（says　a　historian　of　after　times）　to　this　day。　　Once　a　year；　on　the　festival　of　St。　George；　they　are　borne　about　in　procession　by　the　inhabitants；　who　at　the　same　time　give　thanks　to　God　for　this　signal　victory　granted　to　their　forefathers。*
  *Several　circumstances　relative　to　the　capture　of　Boabdil　vary　in　　this　from　the　first　edition；　in　consequence　of　later　light　thrown　　on　the　subject　by　Don　Miguel　Lafuente　Alcantara　in　his　History　of　　Granada。　　He　has　availed　himself　much　of　various　ancient　documents　　relative　to　the　battle；　especially　the　History　of　the　House　of　　Cordova　by　the　abbot　of　Rute；　a　descendant　of　that　familya　rare　　manuscript　of　which　few　copies　exist。
  The　question　as　to　the　person　entitled　to　the　honor　and　reward　for　having　captured　the　king　long　continued　a　matter　of　dispute　between　the　people　of　Lucena　and　Vaena。　　On　the　20th　of　October；　1520；　about　thirty…seven　years　after　the　event；　an　examination　of　several　witnesses　to　the　fact　took　place　before　the　chief　justice　of　the　fortress　of　Lucena；　at　the　instance　of　Bartolomy　Hurtado；　the　son　of　Martin；　when　the　claim　of　his　father　was　established　by　Dona　Leonora　Hernandez；　lady　in　attendant　on　the　mother　of　the　alcayde　of　los　Donceles；　who　testified　being　present　when　Boabdil　signalized　Martin　Hurtado　as　his　captor。
  The　chief　honor　of　the　day；　and　of　course　of　the　defeat　and　capture　of　the　Moorish　monarch；　was　given　by　the　sovereign　to　the　count　de　Cabra；　the　second　to　his　nephew；　Don　Diego　Fernandez　de　Cordova。
  Among　the　curious　papers　cited　by　Alcantara　is　one　existing　in　the　archives　of　the　House　of　Medina　Celi；　giving　the　account　of　the　treasurer　of　Don　Diego　Fernandez　as　to　the　sums　expended　by　his　lord　in　the　capture　of　the　king；　the　reward　given　to　some　soldiers　for　a　standard　of　the　king's　which　they　had　taken；　to　others　for　the　wounds　they　had　received；　etc。
  Another　paper　speaks　of　an　auction　at　Lucena　on　the　28th　of　April　of　horses　and　mules　taken　in　the　battle。　　Another　paper　states　the　gratuities　of　the　alcayde　of　los　Donceles　to　the　soldieryfour　fanegas；　or　about　four　hundredweight；　of　wheat　and　a　lance　to　each　horseman；　two　fanegas　of　wheat　and　a　lance　to　each　foot…soldier。
  CHAPTER　XVII。
  LAMENTATIONS　OF　THE　MOORS　FOR　THE　BATTLE　OF　LUCENA。
  The　sentinels　looked　out　from　the　watch…towers　of　Loxa　along　the　valley　of　the　Xenil；　which　passes　through　the　mountains　of　Algaringo。　　They　looked　to　behold　the　king　returning　in　triumph　at　the　head　of　his　shining　host；　laden　with　the　spoil　of　the　unbeliever。　　　They　looked　to　behold　the　standard　of　their　warlike　idol；　the　fierce　Ali　Atar；　borne　by　the　chivalry　of　Loxa；　ever　foremost　in　the　wars　of　the　border。
  In　the　evening　of　the　21st　of　April　they　descried　a　single　horseman　urging　his　faltering　steed　along　the　banks　of　the　Xenil。　　As　he　drew　near　they　perceived；　by　the　flash　of　arms；　that　he　was　a　warrior；　and　on　nearer　approach　by　the　richness　of　his　armor　and　the　caparison　of　his　steed　they　knew　him　to　be　a　warrior　of　rank。
  He　reached　Loxa　faint　and　aghast；　his　courser　covered　with　foam　and　dust　and　blood；　panting　and　staggering　with　fatigue　and　gashed　with　wounds。　　Having　brought　his　master　in　safety；　he　sank　down　and　died　before　the　gate　of　the　city。　　The　soldiers　at　the　gate　gathered　round　the　cavalier　as　he　stood　by　his　expiring　steed：　they　knew　him　to　be　Cidi　Caleb；　nephew　of　the　chief　alfaqui　of　the　mosque　in　the　Albaycin；　and　their　hearts　were　filled　with　fearful　forebodings。
  〃Cavalier；〃　said　they；　〃how　fares　it　with　the　king　and　army？〃
  He　cast　his　hand　mournfully　toward　the　land　of　the　Christians。　〃There　they　lie！〃　exclaimed　he。　　〃The　heavens　have　fallen　upon　them。　　All　are　lost！　all　dead！〃*
  *Bernaldez　（Cura　de　los　Palacios）；　Hist。　de　los　Reyes　Catol。；　　MS。；　cap。　61。
  Upon　this　there　was　a　great　cry　of　consternation　among　the　people；　and　loud　wailings　of　women；　for　the　flower　of　the　youth　of　Loxa　were　with　the　army。
  An　old　Moorish　soldier；　scarred　in　many　a　border　battle；　stood　leaning　on　his　lance　by　the　gateway。　　〃Where　is　Ali　Atar？〃　demanded　he　eagerly。　〃If　he　lives　the　army　cannot　be　lost。〃
  〃I　saw　his　helm　cleft　by　the　Christian　sword；　his　body　is　floating　in　the　Xenil。〃
  When　the　soldier　heard　these　words　he　smote　his　breast　and　threw　dust　upon　his　head；　for　he　was　an　old　follower　of　Ali　Atar。
  Cidi　Caleb　gave　himself　no　repose；　but；　mounting　another　steed；　hastened　toward　Granada。　　As　he　passed　through　the　villages　and　hamlets　he　spread　sorrow　around；　for　their　chosen　men　had　followed　the　king　to　the　wars。
  When　he　entered　the　gates　of　Granada　and　announced　the　loss　of　the　king　and　army；　a　voice　of　horror　went　throughout　the　city。　　Every　one　thought　but　of　his　own　share　in　the　general　calamity；　and　crowded　round　the　bearer　of　ill　tidings。　　One　asked　after　a　father；　another　after　a　brother；　some　after　a　lover；　and　many　a　mother　after　her　son。　　His　replies　all　spoke　of　wounds　and　death。　　To　one　he　replied；　〃I　saw　thy　father　pierced　with　a　lance　as　he　defended　the　person　of　the　king；〃　to　another；　〃Thy　brother　fell　wounded　under　the　hoofs　of　the　horses；　but　there　was　no　time　to　aid　him；　for　the　Christian　cavalry　were　upon　us；〃　to　another；　〃I　saw　the　horse　of　thy　lover　covered　with　blood　and　galloping　without　his　rider；〃　to　another；　〃Thy　son　fought　by　my　side　on　the　banks　of　the　Xenil：　we　were　surrounded　by　the　enemy　and　driven　into　the　stream。　　I　heard　him　cry　upon　Allah　in　the　midst　of　the　waters：　when　I　r