In the end, all of the men and boys went to the walls - my Dimitri, in only his shirt. The women moved to support them at the Pegae Gate, finding rocks to throw down on the sappers.  Although the fight was going well for us, the cards were not.  The Ten of Daggers, the Five of Cups, Death. Toward morning, we were urged to hide with the nuns of Pantocrator, but the cups suggested the cisterns.  

Now, although we can't see the light, the morning has come.  Only one messenger, from the Studion, tells us that the city has been taken and blood flows in the streets.  The Three of Swords.  

May 29, 1453 :: The Fortuneteller, Anna