"The Admiral! The Admiral! Who gave to Spain the Indies!" Don Bartholomew was by him, freed like him.

And there too moved a slender young man who had come from Granada with the Queen's letter, Don Fernando, his eldest son.

A light seemed around them.

Juan Lepe thought, "Surely they who serve large purposes are cared for.

Even though they should die in prison, yet are they cared for!".