III.

When the knight recovered consciousness, he cast a wandering glance

about him, crying: “I thirst! I die! I burn!” And in his delirium,

precursor of death, from his dry lips, through which whistled the

difficult breath, came only these words of agony: “I thirst! I burn!

Water! Water!”

The Moorish girl knew that there was an opening from that vault to the

valley through which the river flows. The valley and all the heights

which overlook it were full of Moslem soldiers, who, the fortress now

surrendered, were vainly seeking everywhere the knight and his beloved

to satiate on them their thirst for destruction; yet she did not

hesitate an instant, but taking the helmet of the dying man, she slipped

like a shadow through the thicket which covered the mouth of the cave

and went down to the river bank.

Already she had dipped up the water and was rising to return to the side

of her lover, when an arrow hissed and a cry resounded.

Two Arab archers who were on watch near the fortress had drawn their

bows in the direction in which they heard the foliage rustle.

The Moor’s daughter, mortally wounded, yet succeeded in dragging herself

to the entrance of the vault and down into its depths where she joined

the knight. He, on seeing her bathed with blood and at the point of

death, recovered his reason and, realizing the enormity of the sin which

demanded so fearful an expiation, raised his eyes to heaven, took the

water which his beloved offered him and, without lifting it to his lips,

asked the Moorish girl: “Would you be a Christian? Would you die in my

faith and, if I am saved, be saved with me?” The Moor’s daughter, who

had fallen to the ground, faint with loss of blood, made a slight

movement of her head, and upon it the knight poured the baptismal water,

invoking the name of the Almighty.

The next day the soldier who had shot the arrow saw a trace of blood on

the river bank and, following it, went into the cave where he found the

dead bodies of the cavalier and his beloved, who, ever since, come out

at night to wander through these parts.

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