What! sail away around the world? those wise men cried in horror.  Why, you are crazy.  The world is not round; it is flat.  Your ships would tumble off the edge of the world and all the king’s money and all the king’s men would be lost.  No, no; go away; you must not trouble the queen or even mention such a ridiculous thing again.

So the most of them said.  But one or two thought it might be worth trying.  Cathay was a very rich country, and if this foolish fellow were willing to run the risk and did succeed, it would be a good thing for Spain, as the king and queen would need a great deal of money after the war with the Moors was over.  At any rate, it was a chance worth thinking about.

And so, although Columbus was dreadfully disappointed, he thought that if he had only a few friends at Court who were ready to say a good word for him he must not give up, but must try, try again.  And so he staid in Spain.

CHAPTER III.  HOW COLUMBUS GAINED A QUEEN FOR HIS FRIEND.

When you wish very much to do a certain thing it is dreadfully hard to be patient; it is harder still to have to wait.  Columbus had to do both.  The wars against the Moors were of much greater interest to the king and queen of Spain than was the finding of a new and very uncertain way to get to Cathay.  If it had not been for the patience and what we call the persistence of Columbus, America would never have been discovered—­at least not in his time.

He staid in Spain.  He grew poorer and, poorer.  He was almost friendless.  It seemed as if his great enterprise must be given up.  But he never lost hope.  He never stopped trying.  Even when he failed he kept on hoping and kept on trying.  He felt certain that sometime he should succeed.

As we have seen, he tried to interest the rulers of different countries, but with no success.  He tried to get help from his old home-town of Genoa and failed; he tried Portugal and failed; he tried the Republic of Venice and failed; he tried the king and queen of Spain and failed; he tried some of the richest and most powerful of the nobles of Spain and failed; he tried the king of England (whom he got his brother, Bartholomew Columbus, to go and see) and failed.  There was still left the king of France.  He would make one last attempt to win the king and queen of Spain to his side and if he failed with them he would try the last of the rulers of Western Europe, the king of France.

He followed the king and queen of Spain as they went from place to place fighting the Moors.  He hoped that some day, when they wished to think of something besides fighting, they might think of him and the gold and jewels and spices of Cathay.

The days grew into months, the months to years, and still the war against the Moors kept on; and still Columbus waited for the chance that did not come.  People grew to know him as “the crazy explorer” as they met him in the streets or on the church steps of Seville or Cordova, and even ragged little boys of the town, sharp-eyed and shrill-voiced as all such ragged little urchins are, would run after this big man with the streaming white hair and the tattered cloak, calling him names or tapping their brown little foreheads with their dirty fingers to show that even they knew that he was “as crazy as a loon.”