With hat broad-flapping slouched upon his face,
Xaquéta and buckled shoon: in masking mood
He seemed, half-monk and half of worldlier race.
He raised his head, his features showed apace.
Screamed Isabel who saw ’twas Fray Beltrán,
Don Carlos’ brother who a rival place
Had sought in Isidora’s heart, and ran,
When Carlos he had smote, to cloisters fenced from man.
IX.