We began to comprehend that "heaven" was a word of many levels, and that they ascribed to it everything that they chose to consider good and that was manifestly out of the range of their experience.
In his turn the Admiral was ready for all that Guacanagari could tell him.

"Gold ?" His eyes were upon the Indian's necklet.

Removing it, the cacique laid it in the god's hand.

All Indians now understood that we made high magic with gold, getting out of it virtues beyond their comprehension.

In return the Admiral gave him a small brazen gong and hammer.