The crowd kept with us, but His Excellency's soldiers held it orderly.

Yet there were shouts and messages for the Admiral, and for this one and that one aboard our ships.

Then came a young man, said a word to the officer with us, and put out his hand to mine.

It was that Bartolome de Las Casas with whom I had walked the white road, under moon, before the inn between Seville and Cordova..