Our world is growing little.
Everybody feels that we must push out! It isn't only Spain, but all kingdoms." Pedro Gutierrez joined us.

"You are a learned man, Doctor! What like are the women of Cipango ?" The moon, past the full yet strong enough to silver this vast shield, rose higher.

The sails of the _Pinta_ and the Nina were curves of pearl, our sails above us pale mountains.

The light dimmed our lanterns.
Crowned woman at our prow would be bathed in it as she ran across Ocean-Sea.

It washed our decks, pricked out our moving men.