And because of his white hair, and because he carried himself in that absurd way that makes the undiscerning cry, 'Ah, my lord king in disguise!' the porter must have him in, and by and by comes the prior and stands to talk with him, 'From where ?' 'From Cordova.' 'Whither ?' 'To Portugal.' 'For why ?' 'To speak again with King John!' 'Are you in the habit of speaking with kings ?' 'Aye, I am!' 'About what, may I ask ?' 'About the finding of India by way of Ocean-Sea, the possession of idolatrous countries and the great wealth thereof, and the taking of Christ to the heathen who else are lost!'" "Ha, ha! Ha, ha!" This was Escobedo.
"The prior thinks, 'This is an interesting madman.' And being a charitable good man and lacking entertainment that evening, he brings the beggar in to supper and sits by him." Roderigo Sanchez opened his mouth.

"All Andalusia knows Fray Juan Perez is a kind of visionary!" "Aye, like to like! 'Have you been to our Queen and the King ?' 'Aye, I have!' saith the beggar, 'but they are warring with the Moors and will pull Granada down and do not see the greater glory!'" All laughed at that, and indeed Gutierrez could mimic to perfection.

We got, full measure, the beggar's loftiness.
"So the siren sings and the prior leaps to meet her, or tarantula stings him and he dances! 'I am growing mad too,' thinks Fray Juan Perez, and begins presently to tell that last week he dreamed of Prester John.

The end is that he and the beggar talk till midnight and the next morning they talk again, and the prior sends for his friends Captain Martin Alonzo Pinzon and the physician Garcia Fernandez.

The beggar gains them all!" "Do you think a beggar can do that ?" I said.