I would give that convent great gifts." Turning in the saddle he looked southwest.

"Fray Juan Perez--" Palos shore spread about me, and rose La Rabida, white among vineyards and pines.

Doves flew over cloister.

But I did not say all I knew.
"There are other things that I would do.

I do not speak of them to many! They would say that I was mad.