The Phantom of San Servando Legend .... Many are the avatars that wins San Servando Castle from its remote construction, back in Arab times. Alfonso VI, after the reconquest of Toledo, considering its strategic importance, restored giving custody to Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar, the Cid, being destined years later the shelter of the Knights Templar. The story that follows occurred precisely at this stage, when the fortress was guarded by these gentlemen. It was a chilly November evening marked by the blizzard and the rain, which had continued since dawn. In the bell tower of the city echoed ten bell, and the silence of the night was broken only by the sudden and violent gusts of wind. All occupants of the fort lay in deep sleep, except for the lookouts and Don Nuño Alvear, the old gentleman who had to do duty that morning. The guard spent awake in his narrow room, heated by a weak fire in the fireplace, waiting for hikers to be late for the city to find their shelter closed and needed to spend the night. Don Nuño Alvear deep in thought, half asleep by the monotonous crackling fireplace, when united in the wind, and thought he heard a dark voice was chilling. The old gentleman did not distinguish words but a whisper that filled him with terror. Soon after he heard the foot of the tower the turbine pilgrims, followed by two loud knocks on the door made him start and run a scared look to where the watch was. Most likely that it was someone in need, but there was no trust that wandered so late. Don Nuño, restless, listening behind the door to the newcomer, who conversed with the soldiers entry pleading hostel. His voice was breaking accent that blended with the strong wind whip. A few minutes later the camera was made in an old Templar Long grizzled white beard. His gnarled hands held barely pilgrims staff, and his bare feet were painfully dragging on the paving stones. Don Nuño, overwhelmed, rose from his seat directing his fearful glance at the old man, who said: Finally, I stand before you. - Where do you come and where you direct you? The host asked shakily. -Where I come from is a mystery, but there have to return again. The guard of the castle could not understand the words of the visitor. He was stunned with fear, to the extent that he believed rub eyes dreaming. Seeing that he was not himself, the old man asked again: -Tell me, who are you and what have you come?. -A for you. Or even better, for your soul, escaping from your chest as smoke escapes from the flame. You are now in my hands.I am your death!. A shiver ran through the Templar, who grabbed a terrified horn to call his guards. -Is useless, he warned the old man. In your chest is not hard for the slightest murmur. You must face your destiny. - I beg-begged-Don Nuño, let me alone. -Your prayers are useless to the testimonies of those who accuse you before God.Look, look!. Then the flames of the fire, began to be reflected many faces marked by pain he grimaced tragic mockery. Don Nuno recognized every one. It was the many unfortunates who had suffered at the hands of the Templar cruel. These Muslims innumerable had crucified for minor offenses, young maidens were thrown off a cliff by refusing to satisfy their dirty desires, peaceful pilgrims fleeing smoking in living upon being poured boiling oil meat from atop were the castle towers. All scenes were revived by Don Nuño, who fell to the ground throwing hands feeling his eyes burning entrails. All this happened under the watchful eye of the old pilgrim, who remained unfazed by the horrible suffering of the Templar. Shortly after his vision blurred, his heart began abruptly and hum agitársele thundered in his brain. At daybreak one of the soldiers went to the chamber of Don Nuño, checking with horror that it was dead on the floor, with the white hair, and with plenty of blood running from his nose, mouth and eyes. Pilgrim knew nothing mysterious. (On account of Leopoldo Aguilar de Mera)
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 21:19:10 +0000
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