The Attani Emperor.

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White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
And the Sultan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard,
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips,
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
- G.K. Chesterton, Lepanto.