EpilogueJuly 1492. Palos, southern Spain
A fresh breeze was blowing in from the ocean, but the sun was getting warmer and brighter. The two men sat to rest on a large dark log, its surface made smooth by the water, riddled with holes. They had started their walk along the beach a little after dawn, to avoid the heat and because it was going to be a very busy day.
«I am returning to Seville», said the more elegant of the two. Despite the location, he was dressed flawlessly, a pine-green silk cloak resting upon an outfit in vermillion set with golden buttons.
Instead, the other man was all in black, from headwear to his jacket with fastening frogs and the hose on his robust legs. Only his boots were the colour of leather. His handsome figure, of strong build, was in harmony with his influ
