They were of wine and gold and women, though often these were to be guessed through strange, jumbled masks and phantasies.

"Those are ill dreams," said the Admiral.

"Dream straight and high!" Fray Ignatio, too, said wisely, "It is not always God who cometh in dreams!" But the images of Gutierrez's dreams seemed to him to be seated in Cathay and India.

They bred in him belief that he was coming to happiness by that sea road that glistered before us.

He and Roderigo de Escobedo began to talk with assurance of what they should find.