In Rome, the Holy Father had us in mind.

Would we lessen ourselves, disappointing so many, and very God, grieving very Christ?
"No! But out of this ship we shall step on this land to come, good men, true men, servants and sons of Christ in His kingdom.

This night, in India before us, men sigh, 'We weary of our idols! Why tarrieth true God ?' There the learned think, bending over their maps, 'Why doth not some one put forth, bringing all the lands into one garland ?' They look to their east whence we come, and they may see in dream tonight these three ships!" His voice rang.

"I tell you these Three Ships shall be known forever! Your grandchildren's grandchildren shall say, 'The _Santa Maria_, the Pinta and the Nina--and one that was our ancestor sailed in this one or in that one, to the glory and gain of the world, wherefore we still make festival of his birthday!'" At this they stirred, whether from Palos or Huelva or Fishertown.

They looked at him now as though indeed he were great mage, or even apostle.
That evening I heard Roderigo de Escobedo at an enumeration.