I thought of Europe, and of how all this or its like had been going on hundred years by hundred years, while perished Rome and quickened our kingdoms, while Charlemagne governed, while the Church rose until she towered and covered like the sky, while we went crusades and pilgrimages, while Venice and Genoa and Lisbon rose and flourished, while letters went on and we studied Aristotle, while question arose, and wider knowledge.

At last Juan Lepe, too, went to sleep.
Next day we traveled among and over mountains.

Our path, so narrow, climbed by rock and tree.

Now it overhung deep, tree-crammed vales, now it bore through just-parted cliffs.

Beltran and Juan Lepe had need for all their strength of body.
The worst was that that old tremor and weakness of one leg and side, left after some sea fight, which had made Beltran the cook from Beltran the mariner, came back.