‘His name,’ replied Pelistes, ‘was Count Julian.’
The Moslem warriors stared with surprise. ‘Noble cavalier,’ exclaimed they, ‘has grief disordered thy senses? Behold thy friend, living and standing before thee, and yet thou dost not know him! This, this is Count Julian!’
Upon this, Pelistes turned his eyes upon the count, and regarded him for a time, with a lofty and stern demeanor; and the countenance of Julian darkened, and was troubled, and his eye sank beneath the regard of that loyal and honorable cavalier. And Pelistes said, ‘In the name of God, I charge thee, man unknown! to answer. Dost thou presume to call thyself Count Julian?’
The count reddened with anger at these words. ‘Pelistes,’ said he, ‘what means this mockery? Thou knowest me well; thou knowest me for Count Julian?’
‘I know thee for a base imposter!’ cried Pelistes. ‘Count Julian was a noble Gothic knight; but thou appearest in mongrel Moorish garb. Count Julian was a Christian, faithful and devout; but I behold in thee a renegado and an infidel. Count Julian was ever loyal to his king, and foremost in his country’s cause: were he living, he would be the first to put shield on neck and lance in rest, to clear the land of her invaders: but thou art a hoary traitor! thy hands are stained with the royal blood of the Goths, and thou hast betrayed thy country and thy God. Therefore, I again repeat, man unknown! if thou sayest thou art Count Julian, thou liest! My friend, alas! is dead; and thou art some fiend from hell, which has taken possession of his body to dishonor his memory and render him an abhorrence among men!’ So saying, Pelistes turned his back upon the traitor, and went forth from the banquet; leaving Count Julian overwhelmed with confusion, and an object of scorn to all the Moslem cavaliers.
ON SEEING A LADY WEEP OVER A NOSEGAY.
Though plucked from off the parent stems,
The flow’rs forget to die,
When Beauty all their leaves begems
With tears from her sweet eye.