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Updated: June 16, 2025
Hardly had the anchor taken hold in the muddy bed of the harbor in front of the port of Blacherne, before a small boat put off from the strange ship, manned by sailors clad in flowing white trousers, short sleeveless jackets, and red turbans of a style remarkable for amplitude. An officer, probably the sailing-master, went with them, and he, too, was heavily turbaned.
The imposition deserved to have its head blown off. Orchan is a dotard. His son's ears are still impaired. In the fall the ground caught him crown first. He will never ride again. The pretension is over.... I rode from the Princess' house directly to Blacherne.
The guest had time to express his gratification, when the Palace of Blacherne, the Very High Residence, burst upon him in long extended view, a marvel of imperial prodigality and Byzantine genius. The sedan was set down before a marble gate on the third terrace. "My duty is hardly complete. Suffer me to conduct you farther," the officer said, politely, as the Prince stepped from the box.
It was not an easy thing for him to fold up his grand design preparatory to putting it away forever; still there was no choice left him; and now he would move for vengeance. Away with hesitation. Descending the heights of Blacherne, he had felt pity for Constantine who, though severely tried in the day's affair, had borne himself with dignity throughout; but it was Mahommed's hour.
Nor that merely the arrest which had fallen at the Golden Gate extended along the front of leaguerment from the sea to Blacherne, from Blacherne to the Acropolis.
"What opportunities the young man will have to offer me! I have but to make the most of his ambition to loan myself to it to direct it." Thus the Seer reasoned, returning from Blacherne to his house. At the door, however, he made a discovery.
"From the brave to the fair!" Thus to the gate of Blacherne. There they drew up, and saluted the officer of the guard, and cheered: "Live Constantine! To the good Emperor, long life!" All the way Demedes rode with lifted visor. Returning through the twilight, earlier in the close streets than in the open, he led his company by the houses of Uel and the Prince of India.
Sophia, cinders whiten paths from the porphyry column over by the Hippodrome to the upper terrace of Blacherne; yet the Chapel escaped yet the holy fountain in its crypt flowed on purer growing as the centuries passed.
The duty brought the Count to Blacherne. In a few days he had fifty men, including his nine Berbers. These circumstances made him happy. He found peace of mind also in his release from Mahommed. Not an hour of the day passed without his silently thanking the Sultan for his magnanimity. But no matter for rejoicing came to him like the privilege of freely attending the Princess Irene.
Time was when all this loveliness was jealously guarded for the lords and ladies of the court; but when Blacherne became the Very High Residence the Bucoleon lapsed to the public. His Majesty maintained it; the people enjoyed it. Following the zigzags, the carriers mounted two of the terraces without meeting a soul. The garden was deserted.
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