I go to find those Fortunate Islands." "Alone ?" "I have friends.

There is a man of my own city--Cristoforo Colombo, they call him.

He is a hard man and a bitter, but a master seaman, and there is a fire in him that will not be put out.

And there may be others." His steadfast burning eyes held Philip's.
"And you--what do you seek ?" he asked.
Philip was aware that he had come to a cross roads in life.

The easy path he had planned for himself was barred by his own nature.