As soon as the Marshal, who was in the vanguard, had begun to force his way into the city, marching on towards the palace of the Çamorim, there came against him twenty or thirty Naires, armed with swords and shields, shouting aloud in their accustomed manner. When he caught sight of them coming against him he began to chuckle, and said to Gaspar Pereira who was close beside him:—“Is this your Calicut, that you terrify us all with in Portugal?” Gaspar Pereira replied that he would think differently before long; for he would wager that, if they could that day penetrate to the houses of the Çamorim, these naked little blacks would give them trouble enough. The Marshal replied:—“This is not the kind of people who will give me any trouble;” and, arriving at a mosque which stood at the entrance of the city, he commanded that it should be set on fire; but when he came close up to it he had already become so tired that it was necessary to help him along by two men taking him under the arms.