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from the defile。
In the mean time； Don Alonso de Aguilar and his companions； in their eager advance； had likewise got entangled in deep glens and the dry beds of torrents； where they had been severely galled by the insulting attacks of a handful of Moorish peasants posted on the impending precipices。 The proud spirit of De Aguilar was incensed at having the game of war thus turned upon him； and his gallant forces domineered over by mountain…boors whom he had thought to drive； like their own cattle； to Antiquera。 Hearing； however； that his friend the marques of Cadiz and the master of Santiago were engaged with the enemy； he disregarded his own danger； and； calling together his troops； returned to assist them； or rather to partake their perils。 Being once more together； the cavaliers held a hasty council amidst the hurling of stones and the whistling of arrows； and their resolves were quickened by the sight from time to time of some gallant companion…in…arms laid low。 They determined that there was no spoil in this part of the country to repay for the extraordinary peril； and that it was better to abandon the herds they had already taken； which only embarrassed their march； and to retreat with all speed to less dangerous ground。
The adalides； or guides； were ordered to lead the way out of this place of carnage。 These； thinking to conduct them by the most secure route； led them by a steep and rocky pass； difficult for the foot…soldiers； but almost impracticable to the cavalry。 It was overhung with precipices； from whence showers of stones and arrows were poured upon them； accompanied by savage yells which appalled the stoutest heart。 In some places they could pass but one at a time； and were often transpierced； horse and rider； by the Moorish darts； impeding the progress of their comrades by their dying struggles。 The surrounding precipices were lit up by a thousand alarm…fires： every crag and cliff had its flame； by the light of which they beheld their foes bounding from rock to rock and looking more like fiends than mortal men。
Either through terror and confusion or through real ignorance of the country their guides； instead of conducting them out of the mountains； led them deeper into their fatal recesses。 The morning dawned upon them in a narrow rambla； its bottom formed of broken rocks； where once had raved along the mountain…torrent； while above there beetled great arid cliffs； over the brows of which they beheld the turbaned heads of their fierce and exulting foes。 What a different appearance did the unfortunate cavaliers present from that of the gallant band that marched so vauntingly out of Antiquera！ Covered with dust and blood and wounds； and haggard with fatigue and horror； they looked like victims rather than like warriors。 Many of their banners were lost； and not a trumpet was heard to rally up their sinking spirits。 The men turned with imploring eyes to their commanders； while the hearts of the cavaliers were ready to burst with rage and grief at the merciless havoc made among their faithful followers。
All day they made ineffectual attempts to extricate themselves from the mountains。 Columns of smoke rose from the heights where in the preceding night had blazed the alarm…fire。 The mountaineers assembled from every direction： they swarmed at every pass； getting in the advance of the Christians； and garrisoning the cliffs like so many towers and battlements。
Night closed again upon the Christians when they were shut up in a narrow valley traversed by a deep stream and surrounded by precipices which seemed to reach the skies； and on which blazed and flared the alarm…fires。 Suddenly a new cry was heard resounding along the valley。 〃El Zagal！ El Zagal！〃 echoed from cliff to cliff。
〃What cry is that？〃 said the master of Santiago。
〃It is the war…cry of El Zagal； the Moorish general；〃 said an old Castilian soldier： 〃he must be coming in person； with the troops of Malaga。〃
The worthy master turned to his knights： 〃Let us die；〃 said he； 〃making a road with our hearts； since we cannot with our swords。 Let us scale the mountain and sell our lives dearly； instead of staying here to be tamely butchered。〃
So saying； he turned his steed against the mountain and spurred him up its flinty side。 Horse and foot followed his example； eager； if they could not escape； to have at least a dying blow at the enemy。 As they struggled up the height a tremendous storm of darts and stones was showered upon them by the Moors。 Sometimes a fragment of rock came bounding and thundering down； ploughing its way through the centre of their host。 The foot…soldiers； faint with weariness and hunger or crippled by wounds； held by the tails and manes of the horses to aid them in their ascent； while the horses； losing their foothold among the loose stones or receiving some sudden wound； tumbled down the steep declivity； steed； rider； and soldier rolling from crag to crag until they were dashed to pieces in the valley。 In this desperate struggle the alferez or standard…bearer of the master； with his standard； was lost； as were many of his relations and his dearest friends。 At length he succeeded in attaining the crest of the mountain； but it was only to be plunged in new difficulties。 A wilderness of rocks and rugged dells lay before him beset by cruel foes。 Having neither banner nor trumpet by which to rally his troops； they wandered apart； each intent upon saving himself from the precipices of the mountains and the darts of the enemy。 When the pious master of Santiago beheld the scattered fragments of his late gallant force； he could not restrain his grief。 〃O God！〃 exclaimed he； 〃great is thine anger this day against thy servants。 Thou hast converted the cowardice of these infidels into desperate valor； and hast made peasants and boors victorious over armed men of battle。〃
He would fain have kept with his foot…soldiers； and； gathering them together； have made head against the enemy； but those around him entreated him to think only of his personal safety。 To remain was to perish without striking a blow； to escape was to preserve a life that might be devoted to vengeance on the Moors。 The master reluctantly yielded to the advice。 〃O Lord of hosts！〃 exclaimed he again； 〃from thy wrath do I fly； not from these infidels： they are but instruments in thy hands to chastise us for our sins。〃 So saying； he sent the guides in the advance； and； putting spurs to his horse； dashed through a defile of the mountains before the Moors could intercept him。 The moment the master put his horse to speed； his troops scattered in all directions。 Some endeavored to follow his traces； but were confounded among the intricacies of the mountain。 They fled hither and thither； many perishing among the precipices； others being slain by the Moors； and others taken prisoners。
The gallant marques of Cadiz； guided by his trusty adalid； Luis Amar； had ascended a different part of the mountain。 He was followed by his friend； Don Alonso de Aguilar； the adelantado； and the count of Cifuentes； but in the darkness and confusion the bands of these commanders became separated from each other。 When the marques attained the summit； he looked around for his companions…in…arms； but they were no longer following him； and there was no trumpet to summon them。 It was a consolation to the marques； however； that his brothers and several of his relations； with a number of his retainers； were still with him： he called his brothers by name； and their replies gave comfort to his heart。
His guide now led the way into another valley； where he would be less exposed to danger： when he had reached the bottom of it the marques paused to collect his scattered followers and to give time for his fellow…commanders to rejoin him。 Here he was suddenly assailed by the troops of El Zagal； aided by the mountaineers from the cliffs。 The Christians； exhausted and terrified； lost all presence of mind： most of them fled； and were either slain or taken captive。 The marques and his valiant brothers； with a few tried friends； made a stout resistance。 His horse was killed under him； his brothers； Don Diego and Don Lope； with his two nephews； Don Lorenzo and Don Manuel； were one by one swept from his side； either transfixed with darts and lances by the soldiers of El Zagal or crushed by stones from the heights。 The marques was a veteran warrior； and had been in many a bloody battle； but never before had death fallen so thick and close around him。 When he saw his remaining brother； Don Beltran； struck out of his saddle by a fragment of a rock and his horse running wildly about without his rider； he gave a cry of anguish and stood bewildered and aghast。 A few faithful followers surrounded him and entreated him to fly for his life。 He would still have remained； to have shared the fortunes of his friend Don Alonso de Aguilar and his other companions…in…arms； but the forces of El Zagal were between him and them； and death was whistling by on every wind。 Reluctantly； therefore； he consented to fly。 Another horse was brought him： his faithful adalid guided him by one of the steepest paths； which lasted for four leagues； the enemy still hanging on his traces and thinning the sca