Chapter 313 of 528 · 55 words · ~1 min read

XVIII.

“In Santandér Luarca’s mitred head-- Apostle pure--the patriot movement guides; Priest, peasant, noble gallantly he led, But, ah, Besaya’s torrent yields its sides; The Frenchman through the conquered city rides. Palencia bows her head--Valladolíd Gives hostages; her might the Gaul derides. And Torquemada many a peasant-Cid Sees ’neath French sabres fall her flaming towers amid.