In the course of the day, a kind of warlike drama is enacted. Some
of the populace parade the streets, fitted out with the old armor,
as champions of the faith. Others appear dressed up as Moorish
warriors. A tent is pitched in the public square, inclosing an altar
with an image of the Virgin. The Christian warriors approach to
perform their devotions; the infidels surround the tent to prevent
their entrance; a mock fight ensues; the combatants sometimes forget
that they are merely playing a part, and dry blows of grievous
weight are apt to be exchanged. The contest, however, invariably
terminates in favor of the good cause. The Moors are defeated and
taken prisoners. The image of the Virgin, rescued from thraldom, is
elevated in triumph; a grand procession succeeds, in which the
conquerors figure with great applause and vainglory; while their
captives are led in chains, to the evident delight and edification
of the spectators.
These celebrations are heavy drains on the treasuries of these petty
communities, and have sometimes to be suspended for want of funds;
but, when times grow better, or sufficient money has been hoarded
for the purpose, they are resumed with new zeal and prodigality.
Mateo informed me that he had occasionally assisted at these fetes
and taken a part in the combats, but always on the side of the true
faith; "Porque senor," added the ragged descendant of the cardinal
Ximenes, tapping his breast with something of an air, "porque senor,
soy Cristiano viejo.
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