Gil Eannes stood under the arch of the harbor master’s house, looking out at the silent sea and the ship that would carry him again into the unknown.
He had departed these shores twelve times before, intent on rounding Cape Bojador and crossing into what lay beyond the end of the world. Each time he had returned in failure, with no explanation for failure to offer Prince Henry. His failure was a mystery even to himself, locked away like a secret dream.
15 January 2012
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