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[Trudgeon D. <nep...@ja...>]

G thus checked where he had expected a miraculous victory. He led his
troops repeatedly to the attack, hoping to force the gates before succor
should arrive: they fought with vehement ardor, but were as often
repulsed, and every time they returned to the assault they found their
enemies doubled in number. The Christians opened a cross-fire of all
kinds of missiles from their bulwarks; the Moors could effect but little
damage upon a foe thus protected behind their works, while they
themselves were exposed from head to foot. The Christians singled out
the most conspicuous cavaliers, the greater part of whom were either
slain or wounded. Still, the Moors, infatuated by the predictions of the
prophet, fought desperately and devotedly, and they were furious to
revenge the slaughter of their leaders. They rushed upon certain death,
endeavoring madly to scale the bulwarks or force the gates, and fell
amidst showers of darts and lances, filling the ditches with their
mangled bodies. Hamet el Zegri raged along the front of the bulwarks
seeking an opening for attack. He gnashed his teeth with fury as he saw
so many of his chosen warriors slain around him. He seemed to have a
charmed life, for, though constantly in the hottest of the fight amidst
showers of missiles, he still escaped uninjured. Blindly confiding in
the prophecy of victory, he continued to urge on his devoted troops. The
dervise too ran like a maniac through the ranks, waving his white banner
and inciting the Moors by howlings rather than by shouts. "Fear not! the