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Here Zarco came to the end of his reading: and facing again on Master d’Arfet (who sat pulling his fingers while his mouth worked as if he chewed something) I took up the tale.

“All this, Sir, by little and little the pilot Morales told us, there in the Prince’s map-room: and you may be sure we kept it to ourselves. But the next spring our royal master must fit out two caravels to colonise Porto Santo; with corn and honey on board, and sugar-canes and vines and (that ever I should say it!) rabbits. Gonsalvez was leader, of course, with Tristram Vaz: and to my great joy the Prince appointed me third in command.

“We sailed from Lagos in June and reached Porto Santo without mishap. Here Gonsalvez found all well with the colonists he had left behind on his former visit. But of one thing they were as eager to tell as of their prosperity: and we had not arrived many hours before they led us to the top of the island and pointed to a dark line of cloud (as it seemed) lying low in the south-west. They had kept watch on this (they said) day by day, until they had made certain it could not be a cloud, for it never altered its shape. While we gazed at it I heard the pilot’s voice say suddenly at my shoulder, ‘That will be the island, Captain–the Englishman’s island!’ and I turned and saw that he was trembling. But Gonsalvez, who had been musing, looked up at him sharply. ‘All my life’ said he, ‘I have been sailing the seas, yet never saw landfall like yonder. That which we look upon is cloud and not land.’ ‘But who,’ I asked, ‘ever saw a fixed cloud?’ ‘Marry, I for one,’ he answered, ‘and every seaman who has sailed beside Sicily! But say nothing to the men; for if they believe a volcano lies yonder we shall hardly get them to cross.’ ‘Yet,’ said Morales, ‘by your leave, Captain, that is no volcano, but such a cloud as might well rest over the thick moist woodlands of which the Englishman told me.’ ‘Well, that we shall discover by God’s grace,’ Gonsalvez made answer. ‘You will cross thither?’ I asked. ‘Why to be sure,’ said he cheerfully, with a look at Tristram Vaz; and Tristram Vaz nodded, saying nothing.

“Yet he had no easy business with his sailors, who had quickly made up their own minds about this cloud and that it hung over a pit of fire. One or two had heard tell of Cipango, and allowed this might be that lost wandering land. ‘But how can we tell what perils await us there?’ ‘Marry, by going and finding out,’ growled Tristram Vaz, and this was all the opinion he uttered. As for Morales, they would have it he was a Castilian, a foreigner, and only too eager to injure us Portuguese.

“But Gonsalvez had enough courage for all: and on the ninth morning he and Tristram set sail, with their crews as near mutiny as might be. Me they left to rule Porto Santo. ‘And if we never come back,’ said Gonsalvez, ‘you will tell the Prince that something lies yonder which we would have found, but our men murdered us on the way–‘”

“My dear brother Bartholomew,” Gonsalvez broke in, “you are wearying Master d’Arfet, who has no wish to hear about me.” And taking up the tale he went on: “We sailed, Sir, after six hours into as thick a fog as I have met even on these seas, and anon into a noise of breakers which seemed to be all about us. So I prayed to the Mother of Heaven and kept the lead busy, and always found deep water: and more by God’s guidance than our management we missed the Desertas, where a tall bare rock sprang out of the fog so close on our larboard quarter that the men cried out it was a giant in black armour rising out of the waves. So we left it and the noises behind, and by-and-by I shifted the helm and steered towards the east of the bank, which seemed to me not so thick thereabouts: and so the fog rolled up and we saw red cliffs and a low black cape, which I named the Cape of St. Lawrence. And beyond this, where all appeared to be marshland, we came to a forest shore with trees growing to the water’s edge and filling the chasms between the cliffs. We were now creeping along the south of the island, and in clearer weather, but saw no good landing until Morales shouted aft to me that we were opening the Gulf of Cedars. Now I, perceiving some recess in the cliffs which seemed likely to give a fair landing, let him have his way: for albeit we could never win it out of him in words, I knew that the Englishman must have given him some particular description of the place, from the confidence he had always used in speaking of it. So now we had cast anchor, and were well on our way shoreward in the boat before I could be certain what manner of trees clothed this Gulf: but Morales never showed doubt or hesitancy; and being landed, led us straight up the beach and above the tide-mark to the foot of a low cliff, where was a small pebbled mound and a plain cross of wood. And kneeling beside them I prayed for the souls’ rest of that lamentable pair, and so took seizin of the island in the names of our King John, Prince Henry, and the Order of Christ. That, Sir, is the story, and I will not weary you by telling how we embarked again and came to this plain which lies at our feet. So much as I believe will concern you you have heard: and the grave you shall look upon to-morrow.”