"I have been going to India fifty-six years." Juan Lepe asked, "Why, on yesterday, were you not content with the King and Queen's terms?
They granted honor and competence.

It was the estate of a prince that you asked." Some moments passed before he answered.

The sun was shining, the road white and dusty, the mountains of Elvira purple to the tops and there splashed with silver.

When he spoke, his voice was changed.

Neither now nor hereafter did he discourse of money-gold and nobility flowing from earthly kings with that impersonal exaltation with which he talked of his errand from God to link together east and west.