The youth gave back, but then braced himself, under the eyes of his nation.

He stood.

The Franciscan put out a gowned arm and a long, lean kindly hand.

The youth, naked as the bronze of a god, hesitated, raised his own arm, let it drop upon the other's.

Fray Ignatio, speaking mild words, brought him across and to the Admiral.
The latter, tallest of us all and greatly framed, lofty of port, dressed with magnificence, silver-haired, standing forth from his officers and men, the banner over him, would be taken by any for Great Captain, chief god of these gods, and certes, at the first they thought that we were gods! The Indian put his hands to his face, shrank like a girl and came slowly to his knees and lower yet until his forehead rested upon the earth.