Then he rose and walked slowly to La Rabida.
After compline, talk; Fray Juan Perez, the good man, comfortable in his great chair before the fire.

He had hungered always, I thought, for adventure and marvel.

Here it happened--?
And here it happened--?
To-night we fell to talk of the Pinzons--Martin who was dead, and Vicente who now was on Ocean-Sea, on a voyage of his own--and of others who had sailed, and what they found and where they were.

We were at ease about the Admiral.

We had had letters.
He was in Granada, dressed again in crimson and gold, towering again with his silver head, honored and praised.