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... ’s harbor glittered like hammered bronze under the morning sun, ships from every shore rocking gently at anchor. Some bore the banners of merchants—striped awnings of Genoa, Pisa, Amalfi—others belonged to the royal fleet, their hulls tarred black, sails furled tight against the steady breeze. From her apartments in the Palazzo dei Normanni, Constance could hear the harbor bells, the calls of stevedores in a half-dozen tongues, and the faint chant of a priest beginning mass at a church nearby. S ...
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