Two summers came, and fled again before the chill winds which blew from the Alban hills. Then one day Josè's uncle appeared at the monastery door with a written order from His Holiness, effecting the priest's conditional release. Together they journeyed at once to Seville, the uncle alert and energetic as ever, showing but slight trace of time's devastating hand; Josè, the shadow of his former self physically, and his mind clouded with the somber pall of melancholia. Toward the close of a quiet summer, spent with his mother in his boyhood home, Josè received from his uncle's hand another letter, bearing the papal insignia. It was evident that it was not unexpected, for it found the priest with his effects packed and ready for a considerable journey. A hurried farewell to his mother, and the life-weary Josè, combining innocence and misery in exaggerated proportions, and still a vassal of Rome, set out for the port of Cadiz. There, in company with the Apostolic Delegate and Envoy Extraordinary to the Republic of Colombia, he embarked on the West Indian trader Sarnia, bound for Cartagena, in the New World. CHAPTER 12 There is no region in the Western Hemisphere more invested with the spirit of romance and adventure than that strip of Caribbean coast stretching from the Cape of Yucatan to the delta of the Orinoco and known as the Spanish Main. No more superb setting could have been chosen for the opening scenes of the New World drama. Skies of profoundest blue--the tropical sun flaming through massive clouds of vapor--a sea of exuberant color, foaming white over coral beaches--waving cocoa palms against a background of exotic verdure marking a tortuous shore line, which now rises sheer and precipitous from the water's edge to dizzy, snowcapped, cloud-hung heights, now stretches away into vast reaches of oozy mangrove bog and dank cinchona grove--here flecked with stagnant lagoons that teem with slimy, crawling life--there flattened into interminable, forest-covered plains and untrodden, primeval wildernesses, impenetrable, defiant, alluring--and all perennially bathed in dazzling light, vivid color, and soft, fragrant winds--with everywhere redundant foliage--humming, chattering, screaming life--profusion--extravagance--prodigality--riotous waste! Small wonder that when this enticing shore was first revealed to the astonished _Conquistadores_, where every form of Nature was wholly different from anything their past experience afforded, they were childishly receptive to every tale, however preposterous, of fountains of youth, of magical lakes, or enchanted cities with mountains of gold in the depths of the frowning jungle. They had come with their thought attuned to enchantment; their minds were fallow to the incredible; they were fresh from their conquest of the vast _Mare Tenebrosum_, with its mysteries and terrors. At a single stroke from the arm of the intrepid Genoese the mediaeval