"Do you know aught," he asked, "of astrology ?" I answered that I knew a little of the surface of it.
"I have a sense," he said, "that our stars are akin, yours and mine.

I felt it the day Granada fell, and I felt it on Cordova road, and again that day below La Rabida when we turned the corner and the bells rang and you stood beside the vineyard wall.

Should I not have learned in more than fifty years to know a man?
The stars are akin that will endure for vision's sake." I said, "I believe that, my Admiral." He sat in silence for a moment, then drew the log between us and turned several pages so that I might see the reckoning.

"We have come well," I said.

"Yet with so fair a wind, I should have thought--" He turned the leaves till he rested at one covered with other figures.
"Here it is as it truly is, and where we truly are! We have oversailed all that the first show, and so many leagues besides." "Two records, true and untrue! Why do you do it so ?" "I have told them that after seven hundred leagues we should find land.
Add fifty more for our general imperfection.