text:  When Nignio de Zuniga (cursing in his heart with a fourfold curse the heretics whom he chose to consider the murderers of his master) stooped down to lay his callous hand on the heart of the hero the pulses of life were still!-- There was but one cry throughout the camp--there was but one thought among his captains:--"Let the bravest knight of Christendom be laid nobly in the grave!" Attired in the suit of mail in which he had fought at Lepanto the body was placed on a bier and borne forth from his tent on the shoulders of the officers of his household