The professor thought of Baltoghlu, the man who had captured them in Leander's Tower. "I've read this script before," he muttered to himself bitterly. Suddenly he found that he could understand the monk, and he knew that Brewster had returned, though he couldn't see him. "Soldiers, do your duty!" the monk barked. "Arrest these three sorcerers. With my own eyes I saw them fly over the wall. They have come here to steal the holiest painting in all of Byzantium. No doubt they were sent here by the Sultan, to take away the sacred power of the Hodegitria and weaken our defenses. Arrest them, I say!" The professor's heart sank. He knew that the defenders of Constantinople had only a few thousand men to defend fourteen miles of walls, so he really had not been surprised when no sentries challenged them from the walls above the Gate of the Lighthouse. But the monk had been there, hiding, and he had seen every move that they made after they landed. What rotten luck! thought the professor. He also thought about what they did with sorcerers and witches in the year 1453—they burned them at the stake.
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