The bells rang; in the small white church sang the brothers, then paced to their cells or away to their work among the vines.

Prior had a garden, small, with a tree in each corner, with a stone bench in the sun and a stone bench in the shade, and the doves walked here all day long.

And here I found the Adelantado with Fray Juan Perez.
The Admiral was well?
Aye, well, and next month would come to Seville.

A new Voyage.
We sat under the grape arbor and he told me much, the Prior listening for the second time.

The doves cooed and whirred and walked in the sun and shadow.