I will come to Spain, and I will tell it.

Chosen, and almost by very name pointed out in Thy Book! The first Christian shore that I touch I will walk barefoot and in my shirt at the head of twelve to the first shrine.

And, O my Lord, never more will I forget that that tomb in which thou didst rest, still, still is held by the infidel!" He beat his breast.

"_Mea culpa! mea culpa!_" His voice sank, he looked at the sky, then with a turn of the wrist at the wheel he put that by and became again the vigilant Admiral of a fleet of one.

"She will hold together yet a while! When the tide is out, we can get to her and empty her.