I walked in that glory; it flooded me from you! All your people, Christopher, your sons and your brothers and our old father.

You build us again, you are our castle and great ship and Admiral! When I came to Barcelona, how they praised you! When I came to Toledo, how they praised you! When I came to Seville, how they praised you! But at Seville I learned that I was too late, and you were gone upon your second voyage.

Then I went to Valladolid and the Queen and the King were there, and they said, 'He has just sailed, Don Bartholomew, from Cadiz with sixteen ships--your great brother who hath crossed Ocean-Sea and bound to us Asia!'-- But, sweet Jesu, what entertainment they gave me, all because I had lain in our old wooden cradle at Genoa a couple of years or so after you!--Genoa!--They say Genoa _aches_ because she did not send you.

Christopher, do you remember the old rock by the sea--and you begged colors from Messer Ludovico and painted upon it a ship and we called it the Great Doge--" The Admiral's eyes opened slowly like a gray dawn; he moved ever so slightly in the bed, and his lips parted.

"Brother," he whispered.
We got him from the _Cordera_ to Hispaniola shore, and so in a litter to his own house in Isabella.