For three months we lived with an appearance of blossoming and prospering.

It seemed that it might become a peaceful, even a happy island.
The Viceroy grew younger, the Adelantado grew younger, and Don Diego, and with them those who held by them through thick and thin.

The Admiral began to talk Discovery.

It was two years since there, far to the south, we had passed in by the Mouth of the Serpent, and out by the Mouth of the Dragon.
The Viceroy, inspecting the now quiet Vega, rode to an Indian village, near Concepcion.

He had twenty behind him, well-armed, but arms were not needed.