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Updated: May 9, 2025
From Concepcion Columbus went next to an island which he saw nine leagues off in a westerly direction, to which he gave the name of Fernaudina. This Navarrete takes to be Little Inagua, distant no less than twenty-two leagues from Gran Caico.
Messages, congratulations and gifts arrived from all the monarchs and great men of the world. When he saw the wonderful youth dash by, Ulrich marvelled that his steed did not put forth wings and soar away with him into the clouds. But he too, Navarrete, had done his duty, and was to enjoy the sweetness of renown.
For this or for some other reason, there is no mention whatever of Columbus's funeral in any of the documents of the time. The body was laid in the convent of San Francisco at Valladolid. Such at least is the supposition of Navarrete, who has collected the original documents relating to Columbus.
"I thought the sibyl was more sensible," added the younger captain. "I saw her in Naples sixteen years ago. Zounds, she was a beautiful woman then! A pretty creature even now; but Navarrete might almost be her son. And you always treated her kindly, Pasquale. Well, whoever expects gratitude from women...."
As, years before, he had told the master that he was called nothing but Ulrich, he now gave the harsh answer: "I am Navarrete, that's enough!" Towards evening, the members of the mutiny met at the Zorrillos to hold a council.
"Nothing to do with me?" cried Ulrich. "Is he out of his senses? What sin have I committed, what does he...." "He knows that you are Navarrete, the Eletto of Herenthals, the conqueror of Aalst, and therefore...." "Therefore?" "Why of course.
As, years before, he had told the master that he was called nothing but Ulrich, he now gave the harsh answer: "I am Navarrete, that's enough!" Towards evening, the members of the mutiny met at the Zorrillos to hold a council.
Navarrete preferred to spend his time in his own regiment, so he did not meet the Zorrillos often until the mutiny at Schouwen and on the march through Brabant. He had never sought, and now avoided them; for he knew the sibyl was leaving no means untried to secure her partner's election.
"Carmen!" exclaimed Ulrich, as soon as he saw the pretty little woman, then added confidently. "This young lady knows me." "I?" asked the young wife, turning up her pretty little nose, and looking at the tall youth's shabby costume. "Who are you?" "Master Moor's pupil, Ulrich Navarrete; don't you remember me?" "I? You must be mistaken!"
The whole body of the mutineers from Alost, wearing green branches in their helmets had arrived under command of their Eletto, Navarrete. Nearly three thousand in number, they rushed into the castle, having accomplished their march of twenty-four miles since three o'clock in the morning. They were received with open arms.
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