THE COURT OF THE LIONS
He had come to Spain on a sort of pilgrimage: marvelling at the graceful beauty of the great mosque at Cordoba; musing in the shadows of the atalayas, brooding on their crags all along the coast of Andalucia. And this visit to the Alhambra was to be the culmination of that pilgrimage, before flying home to a life which had been turned to ashes. He first became aware of her: a woman clad in a long, softly clinging emerald green dress, when she was standing gazing up at one of the towers, a rapt,... Sign in to see full entry.