From lips on which Azrael had set his livid seal, he bade me beware of thee!" The king ceased suddenly; and sought to read on the face of Muza the effect his words produced.

But the proud and swarthy features of the Moor evinced no pang of conscience; a slight smile of pity might have crossed his lip for a moment, but it vanished ere the king could detect it.

Boabdil continued: "Under the influence of this warning, I issued the order for thy arrest.
Let this pass--I resume my tale.

I attempted to throw myself at the spectre's feet--it glided from me, motionless and impalpable.

I asked the Dead One if he forgave his unhappy son the sin of rebellion alas! too well requited even upon earth.