XXV.

“Now had I known,” the grave Salustian cried, “That thus the stranger would have Spain defended, I sooner, by my fathers’ bones, had died, Than Leon’s fate with Albion thus have blended. For vain the seas of treasure, blood expended, If fire and sword our homes and hearths assail. The standard joint I raised, yet now would rend it. While England’s lions roar, Castile may wail Her lions mute; ’tis shrieks are borne upon the gale!”