burned my granaries--they have molten down my gold. I am a ruined man!"

"Nay," said Ximen, who gazed at him with a malevolent eye--for so utterly
had years and sorrows mixed with gall even the one kindlier sympathy he
possessed, that he could not resist an inward chuckle over the very
afflictions he relieved, and the very impotence he protected--"nay,
Elias, thou hast wealth yet left in the seaport towns sufficient to buy
up half Granada."

"The Nazarene will seize it all!" cried Elias; "I see it already in his
grasp!"

"Nay, thinkest thou so?--and wherefore?" asked Ximen, startled into
sincere, because selfish anxiety.

"Mark me! Under licence of the truce, I went, last night, to the
Christian camp: I had an interview with the Christian king; and when he
heard my name and faith, his very beard curled with ire. 'Hound of
Belial!' he roared forth, 'has not thy comrade carrion, the sorcerer
Almamen, sufficiently deceived and insulted the majesty of Spain? For
his sake, ye shall have no quarter. Tarry here another instant, and thy
corpse shall be swinging to the winds! Go, and count over thy misgotten
wealth; just census shall be taken of it; and if thou defraudest our holy
impost by one piece of copper, thou shalt sup with Dives!' Such was my
mission, and mine answer. I return home to see the ashes of mine house!
Woe is me!"

"And this we owe to Almamen, the pretended Jew!" cried Isaac, from his
solitary but not idle place at the board. "I would this knife were at
his false throat!" growled Elias, clutching his poniard with his long