In 1826 Washington Irving went to Spain during a seventeen year visit to Europe. It always was his habit to write about his experiences and to reflect on them in comparison to his home country. "But when he found himself across the Pyrenees, - for the first time, he lost himself in a country ..." Surrounded by all this beauty, Irving "recreated the strangest, most gifted, most unreal monarchy that ever reared its fabric for a time in Europe." Irving's "Tales from the Alhambra" were born ...
Reprint of the 1910 edition.
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(prince C (KomeC jHERE was once a Moorish king of Granada, who had but one son, whom he named Ahmed, to which his courtiers added the surname of al Kamel, or the Perfect, from the signs of super-excellence which they perceived in him in his very infancy. The astrologers predicted everything in his favour that could make a perfect prince and a prosperous sovereign. One cloud only rested upon his destiny. Unless he could be kept from falling in love until he was of mature age, he would run great perils. To prevent this danger, the king wisely determined to rear him in a seclusion where he would never see a woman. For this purpose he built a beautiful palace on the browof the hill above the Alhambra, in the midst of delightful gardens, but surrounded by lofty walls, being, in fact, the same palace known at the present day as the Generalife. In this palace the youthful prince was shut up and entrusted to the care of Eben Bonabben, one of the wisest and dryest of Arabian sages, who had passed the greatest part of his life in Egypt, studying hieroglyphics, and making researches among the tombs and pyramids, and who saw more charms in an Egyptian mummy than in a living beauty. The prince grew up in the seclusion of the palace and its gardens, under the vigilant care of Eben Bonabben, who sought to instruct him in the abstruse lore of Egypt. But in this he made little progress, and it was soon evident that he had no turn for philosophy. He was, however, amazingly ductile for a youthful prince, ready to follow any advice, and always guided by the last counsellor.He suppressed his yawns, and listened patiently to the long and learned discourse of Eben Bonabben, from which he imbibed asmattering of various kinds of knowledge, and thus happily attained his twentieth year, a mi...