When others were by she said "Don Cristoval", or "El Almirante", but with himself alone she still said "Master Christopherus" as in the old days.
At last he said, "Now, let us read." Each time he came from Spain to Hispaniola he brought books.

And when ships came in there would be a packet for him.

I read to him now from an old poet, printed in Venice.
He listened, then at last he slept.

I put out the candle, stepped softly forth past Gonsalvo his servant, lying without door.
An hour after dawn a small cavalcade appeared before the fort.

At first we thought it was the Adelantado from Xaragua.