And still I walked and did not turn back and find the Malaga road.

It was as though I were on the sea, and my bark was hanging in a calm, waiting for a wind to blow.

A man mounted on a horse was coming toward me from Santa Fe.

Watching the small figure grow larger, I said, "When he is even with me and has passed and is a little figure again in the distance, I will turn south." He came nearer.

Suddenly I knew him to be that Master Christopherus who had entered the wedge of shadow yesterday in the palace court.