ueen Isabella, the Catholic, never called anything but "the
Avenger," was fond of walking about the streets of Seville
at night in search of adventures, like the Caliph Haroun al
Raschid. One night, in a lonely street, he quarrelled with a
man who was singing a serenade. There was a fight, and the
king killed the amorous _caballero_. At the clashing of
their swords, an old woman put her head out of the window
and lighted up the scene with a tiny lamp (candilejo) which
she held in her hand. My readers must be informed that King
Don Pedro, though nimble and muscular, suffered from one
strange fault in his physical conformation. Whenever he
walked his knees cracked loudly. By this cracking the old
woman easily recognised him. The next day the _veintiquatro_
in charge came to make his report to the king. "Sir, a duel
was fought last night in such a street--one of the
combatants is dead." "Have you found the murderer?" "Yes,
sir." "Why has he not been punished already?" "Sir, I await
your orders!" "Carry out the law." Now the king had just
published a decree that every duellist was to have his head
cut off, and that head was to be set up on the scene of the
fight. The _veintiquatro_ got out of the difficulty like a
clever man. He had the head sawed off a statue of the king,
and set that up in a niche in the middle of the street in
which the murder had taken place. The king and all the
Sevillians thought this a very good joke. The street took
its name from the lamp held by the old woman, the only
witness of the incident. The above is the popular tradition.
Zuniga tells the story somewhat differently. However that
may be, a street called _Calle del Candilejo_ still exists
in Seville, and in that street there is a bust which is said
to be a portrait of Don Pedro. This bust, unfortunately, is
a modern production. During the seventeenth century the old
one had become very much defaced, and the municipality had
it replaced by that now to be seen.

**** _Rom_, husband. _Romi_, wife.

"There I stood in the middle of the room, laden with all her purchases,
and not knowing where I was to put them down. She tumbled them all onto
the floor, and threw her arms round my neck, saying:

"'I pay my debts, I pay my debts! That's the law of the _Cales_.'*

* _Calo_,