Once only a single voice was raised in a shout, "El Almirante!" We came to the house, not a prison, though a prison for him.
In a good enough room the corregidor sought to have the chains removed.
The Admiral would not, keeping back with voice and eye the men who wished to part them from him.

When the Sovereigns knew, and when the Sovereigns sent--then, but not before! Seven days in this house.

Then word from the Sovereigns, and it was here indignant, and here comforting.

The best was the Queen's word; I do not know if it was so wholly King Ferdinand's.

There were letters to the alcalde and corregidor.