But he was too sick.
He had got as far as beautiful Seville, the fair Spanish city by the Guadalquivir, and there he had to give up and go to, bed.

And then came a new disappointment.

He was to lose his best friend at the court.

For when he had been scarcely two weeks in Spain, Queen Isabella died.
She was not what would be considered in these days either a particularly good woman, or an especially good queen.

She did many cruel things; and while she talked much about doing good, she was generally looking out for herself most of all.