"Huh! These strange drawings, these square, blocky characters... Could this be a book written by Indians or Japanese?..."
"Ah, no! I remember now! Marco Polo said the writing of Cathay and Seres was made of square blocks!... The Lord be with us! This must be Cathay writing! We really have reached the East!..."
"Ahaha! I, the outstanding, wise, and brave Expedition Commander Columbus! I am the first man to reach the East and open a new sea route!... Ahaha! Let's see who still dares doubt me now. This is India and Japan, and this book is the proof! These natives are people of the East!..."
The Taino village lay destroyed, burning in roaring flames. The bodies of the villagers whom the Sailors had hacked and stabbed to death were piled into the fire and burned. And before the blaze that was consuming everything, on the shore where three sea vessels lay anchored, Expedition Commander Columbus was holding the bloodstained Sutra of Ali high in his hands, dancing in mad ecstasy, shouting and crying out in excitement!
"O Lord! Rich Cathay and Seres are here after all, right here before our eyes!... Ah! If not for my brave and fearless, wise and clever, decisive and steadfast self, how could you ignorant fools ever have reached the East?!... Ah! Praise my Father in heaven! He brought me here under His protection, He granted me the wealth of the East!!..."
The great fire rose, black smoke climbed, devouring the husks of the dead and beguiling the hearts of the living. Hearing Columbus's ecstatic proclamation, the Sailors on the three ships looked at one another, and their voices could not help growing noisy.
"Ah? These naked natives... could they be the legendary Cathay people who drink milk and eat honey at every meal?..."
"Bullshit!