That ever hunted for Pelayo’s life
Hath never with the charge of falsehood touch’d
His name.
The Baron had not recognized
Till then, beneath the turban’s shadowing folds,
Julian’s swart visage, where the fiery skies
Of Africa, through many a year’s long course,
Had set their hue inburnt. Something he sought
In quick excuse to say of common fame,
Lightly believed and busily diffused,