But at eve, the sky pale gold, the water a sapphire field, we ourselves sang mightily our "_Salve Regina_." The Admiral would speak to us.

Now all loved him, with golden India rising to-morrow from the sea, with his wisdom proving itself! He had this eve a thrilling voice.

God had been good to us; who could say other?
This very eve, at Palos, they thought of us.

At Santa Maria de la Rabida, chanting vesper hymn, they prayed for us also.

In Cordova the Queen prayed.