"Martin," she said.
His arms moved. They went around her, drew the softness of her close.
She murmured something, but he did not hear it. His lips found hers a second time, fiercely. His hands her shoulder, her throat, her ...
"Flat," Columbus mumbled. "Flat. Abs"lutely flat. The Earth is--flat as a pancake...."
"Oh, Martin!" Nina cried.
It was raining in the morning. A hard, driving rain, pelting down on the seaport of Palos. The three caravels floated side by side in the little harbor and a large, derisive crowd had gathered. The crowd erupted into noisy laughter when Columbus and his little party appeared on foot.
"I need a drink," Columbus whispered. "I can"t go through with it."
"Father," Nina said. "We"re with you. I"m here. Martin is here."
"I can"t go--"
"You"ve got to go through with it! For yourself and for the world. Now, stand straight, father. They"re looking at you. They"re all looking at you."
Columbus, thought Danny. The intrepid voyager who had discovered a new world! He smiled grimly. Columbus, the history books should have said, the drunken sot who didn"t even have the courage to face his own convictions.
They walked ahead through the ridiculing crowd. Danny"s throat was still sore. He was not frightened, though. He possibly was the only man in the crew who was not frightened. The others didn"t care what their destination was, true: but they wanted to reach it alive. Danny knew the journey would end in success. The end of the journey meant nothing to him. It was written in history. It was ...
Unless, he suddenly found himself thinking, I came back here to write it. He grinned at his own bravado. What would they have said in freshman psych--that was practically paranoid thinking. As if Danny Jones, Whitney College, Virginia, U.S.A., could have anything to do with the success or failure of Columbus" journey.
They reached the small skiff that would take them out to the tiny fleet of caravels. The crowd hooted and jeered.
"... going to drop off the edge of the world, Columbus."
"If the monsters don"t get you first."
"Or the storms and whirlpools."
Columbus gripped Nina"s hand. Martin-Danny took his other arm firmly and steered him toward the prow of the skiff. "Easy now, skipper," Danny said.
"I can"t--"
"There"s wine on the Santa Maria," Danny whispered. "Much wine--to make you forget. Come on!"
"And I"m going, father," Nina said. "Whether you go or not."
"You!" Columbus gasped. "A girl. You, going--"
"With Martin Pinzon. If--if my own father can"t look after me, then Martin can."
"But you--" Danny began.
"Be quiet, please," she whispered as Columbus climbed stiffly into the skiff. "It may be the only way, Martin. He--he loves me. I guess I"m the only thing he cares about. If he knows I"m going."
"To the Santa Maria!" Columbus told the rowers as Danny and Nina got into the skiff.
"To the New World!" cried Danny melodramatically.
"What did you say?" Nina asked him.
His face colored. "I mean, to the Indies! To the Indies!"
The skiff bobbed out across the harbor toward the three waiting caravels. Departure time had arrived.
Two hours later, they were underway.
The sea was calm as gla.s.s, green as emerald. The three caravels, after a journey of several days, had reached the Canary Islands where additional provisions and fresh water were to be had.
"This," said Columbus, waving his arms to take in the chain of islands.
"This is as far as a mere man has a right to go. There is nothing further, can"t you see? Can"t you?"
He was sober. Danny had come over in a skiff from the Nina to see that he remained sober at least for the loading and the departure. It was as if he, Danny, was going to preserve Columbus" name for history--single-handed if necessary.
"We will not go on," Columbus said. "We"re going back. The only way to the Indies is around the Cape of Storms, around Africa. I tell you--"
"That"s enough, father," Nina said. "We ..."
"I"m in command here," Columbus told them. It surprised Danny. Usually, the drunken sailor was not so self-a.s.sertive. Then it occurred to Danny that it wasn"t merely self-a.s.sertiveness: it was fear.
Danny called over the mate, a one-legged man named Juan, who walked with a jaunty stride despite his peg leg. "You take orders from Columbus?"
Danny said. "Would you take orders from me?"
Juan shook his head, smiling. "You command aboard the Nina only, Martin Pinzon. I heard what the Captain said. If he wants to go back and give up this fool scheme, it"s all right with me. And you know the rest of the crew will say the same."
Nina looked at Danny hopelessly. She said, "Then, then it"s no use?"
Danny whispered fiercely, "Your father loves you very much?"
"Yes, but--"
"And doesn"t want to see anything happen to you?"
"But--"
"And believes the world is flat and if you sail far enough west you"ll fall off?"
"But I--"
"Then you"re coming with me aboard the Nina!"
Columbus gasped, "What did you say?"