"It would be wise in this emprise the conflict to forego;
Not all the Moors Granada boasts could lay proud Jaen low."
THE DEATH OF REDUAN
He shrank not from his promise, did Reduan the brave,
The promise to Granada's King with daring high he gave;
And when the morning rose and lit the hills with ruddy glow,
He marshalled forth his warriors to strike a final blow.
With shouts they hurry to the walls, ten thousand fighting men--
Resolved to plant the crescent on the bulwarks of Jaen.