“We heap sin upon sin!” he said, broadly indicating the ruin of Constantinople shrinking behind him. “We came here to honor God …”
“You came here for God. I came for this.” I interjected, patting the linen shroud rolled and tied to my saddle.
“A treasure meant for Emperors! Kings! You will be hunted when they find what you have taken,” he warned.
“Let them! I should have little need of it when they come.”
“You’ll just…give it back?”
“And why not? His son needed use of it only once. I expect the same of mine.”