The ship pulled into the docks of Constantinople; the banners of Magna Graecia waved proudly across the Bosporus channel.
Bruno stood on the bow of his personal yacht, dressed not in a military uniform, nor in the elegant formality of his Royal Court.
Instead, he stood there in a humble suit, head bowed low, his crucifix in hand. He wasn't praying per se, while the ship cut through the waters like a triumphant conqueror.
But he was chanting, or perhaps singing. The prose was ancient, spoken in a language long replaced by the modern vernacular. And yet still distinguishable to the modern German speaker.
"For the first time I live worthily,
Since my sinful eyes have seen,
The noble land and those places,
To which so much honor is given.
Now my prayers have been heard:
I have come to the place,
Where God Incarnate walked."
