Then the wind chose to change, blowing still very lightly but bearing us now toward shore, and Pedro never noticing this grow larger.

He was looking at the moon, he afterwards said with tears, and thinking of Christ born in Bethlehem.
The shore came nearer and nearer.

Sancho Ruiz slept.

Pedro now heard a sound that he knew well enough.

Coming back to here and now, he looked and saw breakers upon a long sand bar.