"Too much! You ask a hundred times too much! I must say to you that it is unchristianly arrogance.

You talk like a soldan!" An assenting murmur came from the other ecclesiastics.
The Queen spoke.

"Master Christopherus, if it be a great thing to do, is not the doing it and thereby blessing yourself no less than others--is not that reward?
Not that Castile shall deny you reward, no! Trust me that if you bring us the key of India you shall not find us niggardly! But we and they who advise us stumble at your prescribing wealth, honors and gifts that they say truly are better fitting a great prince! Trust us for enrichment and for honor do you come back with the great thing done! Leave it all now to Time that brings to pass.

So you will be clearer to go forth to the blessed carrying of Christ!" She spoke earnestly, a Queen, but with much about her of womanly, motherly sweetness.

I saw that she greatly liked the man and somewhere met his spirit.