the Carpenter  His tent is red and gold.  The huge canon shakes the walls outside the palace seven times a day.  

If I could, I would go home again.  

I was brought from Trebizond  when the Emperor Constantine could not arrange a bethrothal to my Lady Maria.  At night the Emperor comes to my rooms, but he can only stare out the window at the fires on the plain beyond us.  His grief for his city and his people is real, and he is a kind man.  

The walls of the City must hold.

 

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