At last I could draw myself out of cave and lie, in the now so pleasant weather, upon the ledge before it.

All the vast heat and moisture was gone by; now again was weather of last year when we found San Salvador.
I could see ocean.

No sail, and were he returning, surely it should have been before this! He might never return.
When Guarin was away I sat or lay or moved about a small demesne and still prospered.

There were clean rock, the water, the marvelous forest.
He brought cassava cake, fruit, fish from the sea.

He brought me for entertainment a talking parrot, and there lived in a seam of the rock a beautiful lizard with whom I made friends.