The Knight of Leon by Sylvanus Cobb Jr.

THE heavy lamps that hung in the great Court of Lions--the most magnificent apartment of the Alhambra--were half lighted, and at the head of the hall stood the Moslem king. He was patting his daintily slippered foot nervously upon the pavement, and ever and anon his left hand would settle with a sort of convulsive grasp upon his dagger-hilt. Against one of the massive marble lions leaned Ben Hamed.

A look of anxiety was upon his features, and he watched the movements of the monarch with more than ordinary interest. Several of the royal attendants were standing about the place, and they, too, looked anxiously upon the king.