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  riests and crimson-robed bishops chanting prayers led the grand procession of nobles in satins and lace, ships' captains and seamen in their finest, through the packed streets to Lisbon's harbor. The mariners boarded the ships with the blessings of the priests. Cannons thundered. The ships weighed anchor, their sails took the wind, and they sailed down the Tagus River to the sea. The air was electric with excitement as Portugal embarked on her great adventure.But not all were cheering. This voyage would be far longer, and more dangerous, than any before. The wrenching cries of wives and mothers, many saying good-bye to their men forever, competed with the triumphal blare of trumpets and the booming drums. |