Alfonso was only a boy. But some day he would be king, for he was next in line to his brother, King Henry. After him came his sister, Isabella, a beautiful little girl, earnest and thoughtful. Alfonso felt himself to be Isabella's knight and protector. He had learned to ride and to use his sword like a true Spanish cavalier. One day at twilight Isabella sat at the window, embroidering a Moorish design upon a bit of gold cloth. Alfonso, his studies over for the day, was reading to her. Better than anything else, the Prince loved to read—which may have been the As the two children sat together, enjoying the happiest moment of their day, one of the King's spies secretly watched and listened. He heard the Princess Isabella say, "Enough of that for now, Alfonso. Come. Read my favorite book." Alfonso put down the book which he had been reading, and the spy noted well its title, "The Odyssey (od´i-si)." He also had noted something else. Always before the Prince turned a page, he first moistened his finger with his tongue. Squinting his eyes, the spy smiled wickedly to himself and stole away. Several nights later, this same spy crept Working with agile fingers, he opened the book, and upon each page he smeared a deadly poison. Then he returned the book to its place and left the room as quietly as he had entered. Now trouble and discontent filled the country. Some of the people were not pleased with King Henry, and they wanted to place young Alfonso upon the throne. The Prince and his sister began to live through turbulent times, and their peaceful hours together were over. Alfonso was thrown into prison, then suddenly freed again, to become an important figure in the kingdom. He was told that soon he would be crowned king, for the rebels were going to overthrow
But today he had managed to meet his sister, and the two were very happy to be together again for an hour of quiet reading. Alfonso picked up the book, "The Odyssey," She smiled and handed him the other book. Good-naturedly Alfonso put down "The Odyssey." Had he but known it, he put from him death! Soon afterwards, the prince was again torn from his sister, this time to live through one of the most dramatic events in his stormy young life. One day a splendid procession made its way into the town of Avila. Among the cavaliers rode Prince Alfonso. His horse richly decked, he sat stiffly upon the saddle, clothed in armor. His boyish face was grave and stern. As he passed, the people cried out, "Long live King Alfonso!" A throne had been erected out upon the plains. On this throne sat what appeared to be a king. He held a scepter, and the crown upon his head gleamed brightly in the sun. But as the cavalcade drew closer, it was seen that the figure had fallen over on its side like a sawdust doll. And indeed, that is just what it was—a scarecrow, made to represent King Henry. The Prince and his followers stood upon the platform. A colorful crowd had gathered about them—monks in brown, monks in white and black, lords in bright-hued mantles, Moors with turbans on their heads, peasants, beggars, young and old. Bugles rang out, and drums rolled. The little Prince stood, proudly royal, in his armor. His blond hair showed under the visor which had been pushed back from his head. Then the Archbishop snatched the crown from the head of the scarecrow king and roared, "Thus lose the royal dignity which you have guarded ill." And one of the cavaliers roughly kicked the figure off its throne. There were cries and shouts and some gasps of horror. Alfonso was seated upon the throne and crowned King of Avila. Petty wars, robberies, and murders followed. Part of the country was in favor of King Henry, while the rebels supported Alfonso. A terrible battle took place in Toledo. Houses were burned and people massacred. A few days later, Alfonso arrived in the town. Those who had burned and massacred bowed down to the young king, saying, "We will fight for your cause if you will approve this massacre."
Alfonso replied, "God forbid that I should approve such horrors!" The next thing he knew, Alfonso's country was plunged into war. The rebels were to meet the King's men in conflict. The night before the battle Alfonso, rest-less and unhappy, paced his chamber. Why must men fight? Why must they kill one another? The Prince loved power; but better than power, he loved peace. Wherever he went, he always took along some of his books. Now upon the table lay several, and among them was "The Odyssey." Alfonso laid his hand upon his favorite work and was about to take it up when he let it fall again. No, he could not read tonight. His heart was too heavy. He missed his sister and, too, he kept thinking of their future—a stormy prospect. For Isabella no doubt would be forced to marry some distasteful noble. And he? With enemies upon all sides, if he were not killed in war, he might well be murdered in his sleep. Next day in full armor, his sword drawn, the boy King of Avila went out to meet his
There came a time when Alfonso set forth upon a journey, accompanied by a group of nobles. Among his traveling companions were several of the King's followers, one of As evening overtook the party of travelers, they drew rein in the town of Cardenosa, and planned to stop there for the night. As usual, Alfonso had brought along his books. But too often had his enemies been disappointed, so now they planned a trick. It was a trick which would force the Prince into their cruel trap. They removed all but one of Alfonso's books from his chamber. The one left was placed in plain view upon the table. It was "The Odyssey." Wondering what had become of the others, but too weary to find out, the Prince settled himself to read before retiring for the night. As he opened the book he smiled, remembering Isabella and how she had always urged him to read something else. Well, tonight he might do as he pleased, for he was quite alone. Tonight he might read "The Odyssey," which he had not opened for so long. Page after page he turned with a finger moistened by his tongue. And an hour passed. Late during the night, a messenger rode madly into the town of Segovia where the Princess Isabella was living. "The King of Avila is dying!" the messenger gasped. "He calls for his sister, the Princess Isabella!" Isabella rode furiously through the night and when she reached Cardenosa, she was met by the Archbishop of Toledo. He held out his hand to her, and in his face there was pity and grief. Before he even told her, Isabella knew that her beloved brother was dead.
Some claimed that enemies had given him poisoned fish. Others believed that he had died of a fever. Still others told the story which you have just heard. But whether or not it is true will remain a mystery forever. There is a wonderful cathedral in Burgos, Inside this chapel is a beautiful statue of a boy. He wears a royal mantle and kneels before a praying desk. The boy is Alfonso. When Henry died, it was the earnest little Isabella who became queen. Today in the Cathedral of Granada—that white and gold and silver cathedral—are the tombs of Queen Isabella and her husband, King Ferdinand. They are carved of marble, and Isabella's pillow sinks down deeper than Ferdinand's with the weight of her head. They say that this is because her head held more brains than his. We know she was a wise, good queen and we love her because she helped Christopher Columbus and listened to his dreams.
But just suppose Alfonso had not died. Suppose, instead, that he had lived and ruled. Do you believe Alfonso would have listened to Columbus' dreams and understood as did his sister Isabella? And, had he not, where should we be today? |