40/48 When I used to read the ballads of Spain I always sided with the Moor against the Christian. It was a drawn fight after all, for the terrible horse of the Turk presently flung his own master, whereupon the two champions returned to their respective armies; but in the grand conflict which ensued, the Turks beat the Magyars, pursuing them till night, and striking them on the necks with their scymetars. The Turk is a noble fellow; I should wish to be a Turk, were I not a Magyar. The Turk always keeps his word, I am told. Which the Christian very seldom does, and even the Hungarian does not always. |