"Pearls have come from Queen's neck to Queen's neck," quoth the Admiral, "by a thousand rude hands and twisting ways!" There was one woman among the visitors to the _Santa Maria_, a young woman, naked, freely moving and smiling.

Eyes dwelled on her, eyes followed her.

She was with an Indian who might be brother or husband.
The Admiral gave her a worked, Moorish scarf.

She tied it about her head, and the bright ends fell down beside her long, black, braided hair.

None touched her, but they were woman-starved, and they looked at her hungrily.