But he drew them somehow in train from the last, hiding here I thought, an earthly weakness from himself, and the weakness so intertwined with strength that it was hard to divide parasite from oak.
"Did you see," he asked, "a boy with me?
That was my son Diego whom I have left with a friend in Santa Fe.

Fernando, his half-brother, is but a child.

I shall see him in Cordova.

I have two brothers, dear to me both of them, Diego and Bartholomew.

My old father, Dominico Colombo, still lives in Genoa.