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Updated: May 16, 2025
He took exercise daily on the flat roof; and walking to and fro there, found three objects of attraction: the hill to the southwest with the church upon it, the Palace of Blacherne off further in the west, and the Tower of Galata.
The ships of the invaders sunk each other. Not one survived. Of the men, those who lived came up out of the vortexes praying to be taken to the Church of Blacherne for baptism. This was two hundred years and more after the first deliverance of the city, and yet the Mother was faithful to her chosen! Constantinople was still the guarded of God! The Penagia was still the All Holy!
He could send out and admit as need demanded; and then, if flight became imperative, behold a line of retreat! Here was his galley yonder the way out. While he pondered the matter, a servant brought him notice of an officer from Blacherne in waiting.
And he found comfort repeating his own word: How sweet a grace it is that we can put so much glory in dying. From the repast at Blacherne festive it was in no sense Count Corti escorted the Emperor to the door of Sancta Sophia; whence, by permission, and taking with him his nine Berbers, he rode slowly to the residence of the Princess Irene.
None the less, however, Gennadius had his way also the people took no part in the ceremony. After the celebration, Constantine, in his chambers up in Blacherne, meditated upon the day and its outcome. Phranza was his sole attendant. "My dear friend," the Emperor began, breaking a long silence, and much disquieted, "was not my predecessor, the first Constantine, beset with religious dissensions?"
The Dean responded with a bow low as his surroundings admitted; whereupon the Emperor went to the Princess, and said, "We will take leave now, daughter, and for myself and my lords of the court, I acknowledge a most agreeable visit, and thank you for it." She respectfully saluted the hand he extended to her. "Our gate and doors at Blacherne are always open to you."
To get her into the boat was trying: yet he was gentle as possible that, however, was from regard for the patron he was serving. He laid her head against a seat, and arranged her garments respectfully. "O sweet Mother of Blacherne!" he then said, looking at the face for the first time fully exposed. "That pin on the shoulder Heavens, how the stone flashes! It invites me."
"By our Lady of Blacherne," said the Emperor, after a long study of the spectacle, "it is a great multitude, reaching to the sea here on our left, and, from the noise, to the Golden Horn on our right; none the less I am disappointed. I imagined much splendor of harness and shields and banners, but see only blackness and dust. I cannot make out amongst them one Sultanic flag.
Not a phase of the awful excitement escaped him the racing of men half-clad women assembling children staring wild-eyed at the smoke extending luridly across the fifth and sixth hills to the seventh white faces, exclamations, and not seldom resort to crucifixes and prayers to the Blessed Lady of Blacherne he heard and saw them all yet kept on toward St.
Up in the empyrean courtly circles his relations were quite as gratifying. The Emperor made no concealment of his partiality, and again insisted on bringing him to Blacherne. "Your Majesty," the Count said one day, "I have no further need of my galley and its crew. I beg you to do with them as you think best." Constantine received the offer gratefully. "The galley is a godsend.
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