"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 bony fingers.
"No chance of that," muttered Ximen; "he will return no more to Granada. The vulture and the worm have divided his carcass between them ere this; and (he added inly, with a hideous smile) his house and his gold have fallen into the hands of old, childless Ximen."
"This is a strange and fearful vault," said Isaac, quaffing a large goblet of the hot wine of the Vega; "here might the Witch of Endor have raised the dead. Yon door—whither doth it lead?"
"Through passages none, that I know of, save my master, hath trodden," answered Ximen. "I have heard that they reach even to the Alhambra. Come, worthy Elias! thy form trembles with the cold: take this wine."
"Hist!" said Elias, shaking from limb to limb; "our pursuers are upon us—I hear a step!"
As he spoke, the door to which Isaac had pointed, slowly opened, and Almamen entered the vault.
Had, indeed, a new Witch of Endor conjured up the dead, the
