"A hundred maidens" (A Tale of 1,080 words)

Remember, gentlemen, that was not so long ago where the sun shone golden Andalusian unless your culture ... Remember, noble Christians, that our medicine has healed their ailments better than your dark fermented remedies. What you say about mathematics, astronomy, the knowledge of the laws of the universe?

Soon you can respond, you who still believe that the sky will fall on your petty testuces with the first thunder of a storm. You, you do sweat a scent of seduction, that riveted leather clothe so that pulling a wagon, you will be confused with beasts of burden; you build stone dwellings, so dark and narrow, like caves ... Do you think really that your daughters will not appreciate our refinement, our exquisite taste to live?

If even our weapons are different, light and sharp cutlasses against great Claymore Christians, why should it not be also treated to the fragility of women? The courtship Andalusian lords, not force love ... Unlike Christianity, which offered the first garment after galloping through deserts of passion, creates oasis Andalusian gentleman leisurely exploring, which enjoys contemplating the reflection of his face, and to that of the same stars in the sky, on the surface of the water. Tell me, then, who are the barbarians?

Answer Now, what prevented you comply with the tax? If our ancestors relied on mutual honor, and I helped Mauregato Rahman to take the crown of the kingdom of Asturias, you can not blame that his own vassals killed him five years later ... because the debt remains, but not your honor . Never one hundred virgins delivered as payment for our services. One hundred young Christian Bermudo I delayed paying with gold, and then Alfonso II, who denied all taxes ...

Remember that the Caliphate of Cordoba is the most powerful kingdom on the peninsula, that the raids that plague your villages every summer are nothing compared to a conquest. And well worth a hundred maidens kingdom, not even to be all of noble birth, for our Emir Abu l-Mutarraf Abd ar-Rahman ibn al-Hakam, Rahman II as you call him, is content with fifty nobles and fifty commoners . Why your king Ramiro continues to exhaust the patience and generosity of Allah chose him to lead us to glory?

Did not know that the daughters of Simancas meet his destiny? And although they would have us believe that they were attacked by bandits, and appalled that Moorish nobles could pat their hands chopped off, and we are not ignorant of the ferocity of the Christian, who are cruel even with their blood.

Where is your god lost, which leaves you the unconsciousness of instinct? Discover, wonder, how much meaning is our holy war against the infidel. These lands need both of us! For what remains of venerable in your life? Nothing, no purity and holiness. You have no light or knowledge, or poetry, or any other discipline that guides you to happiness ...

But why do not you stop laughing? Perhaps you can keep your head rest mockery when strung on poles?

You are so predictable, always butting in front, in one group, so that the attack did not lose decisively. Believe that the victory is won by many riders, regardless of our horses are better than all the world there are not more agility and speed. And presumís that battles are won by force of arms, and not a little cunning and strategy.

And now you are attacking you discover with astonishment that we are not as few as you have reported. Yes, I can feel your fear. Now you see a cloud of dust that rises each flank, which flies towards you with the wrath of Allah, tell me ... is like a cold that screws onto the back?

No doubt you have noticed an option that is not the idea to turn back and seek refuge at the top of the hill you call Laturce. For more attractive appearances to the contrary, it is more honorable to die in combat than decimated in retreat. Well, well. I expected no less of a royal entourage.

There will be no mercy. In the time to take any of your brave to lift the sword, three of my martyrs would have dismembered the whole upper extremity. Because no arms and no head is like really ought to be, to be fair with your true nature.

Oh, but what I see! A lone rider gallops into battle ... umh ... They have not yet understood the meaning of martyrdom. Would add only one more death, no return or benefit. In my country, the race that Christian gentleman cross out of stupidity. Where did he come, why no one has seen it coming?

It is the army, then rides a magnificent white horse and wears no uniform, and the banner that looks on his spear, a red cross is not the emblem of King Ramiro. Why not carry any protection? It's as if I were not afraid to die, as if he believes that can not die. And how to run! Seems to fly on a cloud.

Let's see how it ends. May surprise a few, but certainly will fall before the arms of my loyal. No ... I do not understand, the horse seems prancing, neighing on his haunches, but I see the gentleman down. My men succumb under the glare of the cursed sword ... leaves a trail of blood in their wake, and threatens, by himself ... with end all of my troops left flank.

But I have no lancers? Yes, but they are fighting on the front line against the Christian forces ... But my captains ... are realizing that they are being slaughtered ... by ... one man!? If you do not reach the Christian gentleman ... attack the horse! I have neither removed nor so arrogantly so hard ... I'll start screaming at any moment ... Bffff.

- Lord, Lord! News from the battlefield! Christian Shouting "Santiago and close Spain" has come a very sweet-faced demon who blesses us before killing ... Christians do not stop screaming his name and our men will not stop dying ...

All this for a hundred maidens?

- Sir, sir?

... For a hundred virgins, it did not matter too much that they were not ...

- What do we, sir?

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