In the middle of the great battle at the heights of the wall in ruins, they met face to face and looked at each other. One had a scarf on his head; the other was wearing a turban. They were identical. One was a Greek armed with a knife defending Constantinople; the other was a Turkish brandishing his huge sword to raid the city. They were astonishingly alike, identical, equivalent. Their eyes were the same deep black, their nose was straight and long, their skin was white, and they even had the same ringlet hair. They were surprised, as if looking at themselves in the mirror. In that very moment, they realized they had made a pact with the Devil. The follower of Allah murmured some words in Turkish; the Byzantine Christian barely moved his lips by the excitement he was feeling. It was just an instant. With a sudden and agile movement, the Janissary cut the neck of the Greek. He had been trained to be a cruel and relentless soldier and he had fulfilled his task. He felt strong and victorious, as if he had the entire world at his feet. He entered the city and fought even more cruelly, during three days he ransacked and plundered the place and killed everyone who dared to face him, without breaking anything in the houses or buildings, as the sultan had commanded. His identical twin brother had bled to death in a few minutes, but thinking that at least someone of his own blood would remain alive; even if he was from the heretic Muslim ban.
Translated by Flavia Marcos and Natalia Riera: Rima Traducciones