The Divine Lady did all she could for you.

Months afterwards I learnt that you and others had been put on board ship with orders never to return to Spain, and, up to the present time, never a letter or a scrap of news, good or ill.

I thought you had died, Gabriel, in those distant lands, and more than once I have prayed for your poor soul, that I am sure wanted it." The "companion" showed in his eyes his gratitude for these words.
"Thanks, Esteban.

I admire your faith, but I did not come out of that dark adventure as well as you imagine.

It would have been far better to have died.