He was master by land and sea, the time was propitious; the corsair
decided that the hour had come. He had seen the repulse of his brother
Uruj, none knew better than did he the temper of the men by whom the Penon
was held, or the valiance and the unswerving fidelity of that caballero of
Spain, Martin de Vargas. He tried to induce that officer to surrender to
him, offering every inducement to the Spanish commander to come to terms.
He was met with a haughty refusal, couched in the most contemptuous
language. He tried the most blood-curdling threats, which were no empty
menaces, as his adversary well knew: these were received in silence.
One more embassy he tried, and to this he received the following answer:
"I spring from the race of the De Vargas, but my house has never made it
a practice to boast of the glory of their long descent: they professed
merely to imitate the heroism of their ancestors. Spurred forward by
this worthy desire, I await with calmness all your efforts, and will
prove to you, with arms in my hands, that I am faithful to my God, my
country, and my king."
[Illustration: ANDREA DORIA, PRINCE OF ONEGLEA, ADMIRAL TO CHARLES V.]
Barbarossa summoned to his palace his kinsman and trusted adherent Celebi
Rabadan, and they mutually decided that there was nothing they could do
save take up arms against this most insolent and uncompromising warrior. In
the meanwhile they would try what craft would do; and accordingly two young
Moors were introduced into the Penon, under the pretext that they had seen
the error of their ways and were anxious to embrace the Christian religion.
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