His old father…in…law； Ali Atar； was by his side； who； being a veteran marauder； was well acquainted with all the standards and armorial bearings of the frontiers。 When the king beheld the ancient and long…disused banner of Cabra emerging from the mist； he turned to Ali Atar and demanded whose ensign it was。 The old borderer was for once at a loss； for the banner had not been displayed in battle in his time。 〃In truth；〃 replied he； after a pause； 〃I have been considering that standard for some time； but I confess I do not know it。 It cannot be the ensign of any single commander or community； for none would venture single…handed to attack you。 It appears to be a dog； which device is borne by the towns of Baeza and Ubeda。 If it be so； all Andalusia is in movement against you； and I would advise you to retire。〃
The count de Cabra； in winding down the hill toward the Moors； found himself on much lower ground than the enemy： he ordered in all haste that his standard should be taken back； so as to gain the vantage… ground。 The Moors； mistaking this for a retreat； rushed impetuously toward the Christians。 The latter； having gained the height proposed； charged upon them at the same moment with the battle…cry of 〃Santiago！〃 and； dealing the first blows； laid many of the Moorish cavaliers in the dust。
The Moors； thus checked in their tumultuous assault； were thrown into confusion； and began to give way； the Christians following hard upon them。 Boabdil el Chico endeavored to rally them。 〃Hold！ hold！ for shame！〃 cried he； 〃let us not fly； at least until we know our enemy。〃 The Moorish chivalry were stung by this reproof； and turned to make front with the valor of men who feel that they are fighting under their monarch's eye。
At this moment； Lorenzo de Porres； alcayde of Luque； arrived with fifty horse and one hundred foot； sounding an Italian trumpet from among a copse of oak trees which concealed his force。 The quick ear of old Ali Atar caught the note。 〃That is an Italian trumpet；〃 said he to the king； 〃the whole world seems in arms against Your Highness！〃
The trumpet of Lorenzo de Porres was answered by that of the count de Cabra in another direction； and it seemed to the Moors as if they were between two armies。 Don Lorenzo； sallying from among the oaks； now charged upon the enemy： the latter did not wait to ascertain the force of this new foe； the confusion； the variety of alarums； the attacks from opposite quarters； the obscurity of the fog； all conspired to deceive them as to the number of their adversaries。 Broken and dismayed； they retreated fighting； and nothing but the presence and remonstrances of the king prevented their retreat from becoming a headlong flight。 If Boabdil had displayed little of the talents of a general in the outset of his enterprise； he manifested courage and presence of mind amid the disasters of its close。 Seconded by a small body of cavalry； the choicest and most loyal of his guards； he made repeated stand against the press of the foe in a skirmishing retreat of about three leagues； and the way was strewn with the flower of his chivalry。 At length they came to the brook of Martin Gonzales （or Mingozales； as it is called by the Moorish chroniclers）； which； swollen by recent rain； was now a deep and turbid torrent。 Here a scene of confusion ensued。 Horse and foot precipitated themselves into the stream。 Some of the horses stuck fast in the mire and blocked up the ford； others trampled down the foot…soldiers； many were drowned and more carried down the stream。 Such of the foot…soldiers as gained the opposite side immediately took to flight； the horsemen； too； who had struggled through the stream； gave reins to their steeds and scoured for the frontier。
The little band of devoted cavaliers about the king serried their forces to keep the enemy in check； fighting with them hand to hand until he should have time to cross。 In the tumult his horse was shot down； and he became environed in the throng of foot…soldiers struggling forward to the ford and in peril from the lances of their pursuers。 Conscious that his rich array made him a conspicuous object； he retreated along the bank of the river； and endeavored to conceal himself in a thicket of willows and tamarisks。 Thence； looking back； he beheld his loyal band at length give way； supposing； no doubt； he had effected his escape。 They crossed the ford； followed pell…mell by the enemy； and several of them were struck down in the stream。
While Boabdil was meditating to throw himself into the water and endeavor to swim across； he was discovered by Martin Hurtado； regidor of Lucena； a brave cavalier who had been captive in the prisons of Granada and exchanged for a Christian knight。 Hurtado attacked the king with a pike； but was kept at bay until； seeing other soldiers approaching； Boabdil cried for quarter； proclaiming himself a person of high rank who would pay a noble ransom。 At this moment came up several men of Vaena； of the troop of the count de Cabra。 Hearing the talk of ransom and noticing the splendid attire of the Moor； they endeavored to secure for themselves so rich a prize。 One of them seized hold of Boabdil； but the latter resented the indignity by striking him to the earth with a blow of his poniard。 Others of Hurtado's townsmen coming up； a contest arose between the men of Lucena and Vaena as to who had a right to the prisoner。 The noise brought Don Diego Fernandez de Cordova to the spot； who by his authority put an end to the altercation。 Boabdil； finding himself unknown by all present； concealed his quality； giving himself out as the son of Aben Alnayer； a cavalier of the royal household。* Don Diego treated him with great courtesy； put a red band round his neck in sign of his being a captive； and sent him under an escort to the castle of Lucena where his quality would be ascertained； his ransom arranged； and the question settled as to who had made him prisoner。
*Garibay； lib。 40； cap 31。
This done； the count put spurs to his horse and hastened to rejoin the count de Cabra； who was in hot pursuit of the enemy。 He overtook him at a stream called Reanaul； and they continued together to press on the skirts of the flying army during the remainder of the day。 The pursuit was almost as hazardous as the battle； for had the enemy at any time recovered from their panic； they might； by a sudden reaction； have overwhelmed the small force of their pursuers。 To guard against this peril； the wary count kept his battalion always in close order； and had a body of a hundred chosen lancers in the advance。 The Moors kept up a Parthian retreat； several times they turned to make battle； but； seeing this solid body of steeled warriors pressing upon them； they again took to flight。
The main retreat of the army was along the valley watered by the Xenil and opening through the mountains of Algaringo to the city of Loxa。 The alarm…fires of the preceding night had aroused the country； every man snatched sword and buckler from the wall； and the towns and villages poured forth their warriors to harass the retreating foe。 Ali Atar kept the main force of the army together； and turned fiercely from time to time upon his pursuers： he was like a wolf hunted through the country he had often made desolate by his maraudings。
The alarm of this invasion had reached the city of Antiquera； where were several of the cavaliers who had escaped from the carnage in the mountains of Malaga。 Their proud minds were festering with their late disgrace； and their only prayer was for vengeance on the infidels。 No sooner did they hear of the Moor being over the border than they were armed and mounted for action。 Don Alonso de Aguilar led them fortha small body of but forty horsemen； but all cavaliers of prowess and thirsting for revenge。 They came upon the foe on the banks of the Xenil where it winds through the valleys of Cordova。 The river； swelled by the late rains； was deep and turbulent and only fordable at certain places。 The main body of the army was gathered in confusion on the banks； endeavoring to ford the stream； protected by the cavalry of Ali Atar。
No sooner did the little band of Alonso de Aguilar come in sight of the Moors than fury flashed from their eyes。 〃Remember the mountains of Malaga！〃 cried they to each other as they rushed to combat。 Their charge was desperate； but was gallantly resisted。 A scrambling and bloody fight ensued； hand to hand and sword to sword； sometimes on land； sometimes in the water。 Many were lanced on the banks； others； throwing themselves into the river； sank with the weight of their armor and were drowned； some； grappling together； fell from their horses； but continued their struggle in the waves； and helm and turban rolled together down the stream。 The Moors were far greater in number； and among them were many warriors of rank； but they were disheartened by defeat； while the Christians were excited even to desperation。
Ali Atar alone preserved all his fire and energy amid his reverses。 He had been enraged at the defeat of the army and the ignominious flight he had been obliged to make through a country which had so often been the scene of his exploits； but to be thus impeded in his flig