So I would come back to Spain for you, and I reached Paris, and it was the summer of 1493.
Christopher, my great brother, don't you hear me?
For it was at Paris that I heard, and it came like a flood of glory, fallen in one moment from Heaven! I heard, 'Christopherus Columbus! He has found the Indies for King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella!'-- Don't you hear, Christopher?
All the world admiring--all the world saying, 'Nothing will ever go just the same way again!' You have done the greatest thing, my great brother! Doctor, is he dying ?" "He will not die," I said.

"You are cordial to him, though he hears you yet from leagues and leagues away.

Go on!" "Christopher, from Paris I got slowly, slowly, so slowly I thought it!--to Seville.

But I was not poor.

They gave me gold, the French King gave it, their nobles, their bishops.