When I saw thee again--the forsaker of thy faith--poor, obscure, and doomed to a peasant's lot--daring hopes shaped themselves into fierce resolves.

Finding that thou wert inexorable, I turned my arts upon thy husband.

I knew his poverty and his ambition: we Moors have had ample knowledge of the avarice of the Christians'.

I bade one whom I could trust to seek him out at Madrid.

Wealth--lavish wealth--wealth that could open to a Spaniard all the gates of power was offered to him if he would renounce thee forever.