"It is the same they threw against us!" "Wizardry! We'll find harm from them yet!" That song crept in now at every turn.
We sailed from the Garden south by east along the endless coast that no strait broke.

At first fair weather ran with us.

But the _Margarita_ was so lame! And all our other ships wrenched and worm-pierced.

And the Admiral was growing old before our eyes.

Not his mind or his soul but his frame.
He bettered, left his bed and walked the deck.