Byzantine

“You think we have the Byzantine corruption.

You shall have it for fourpence—it’s real silver.’ I looked, and there he held a cross, just taken off his own neck, evidently, a large tin one, made after the Byzantine pattern.

I had had no tents, no cooks, no body-servants: just my guards, who were fighting men, not servile: and behold these Byzantine shopkeepers endeavouring to corrupt our simplicity!

My candle’s bright, My lantern is too loyal not to show That it was made in your great father’s reign.” “And yet the jasmine season warms our blood.” “Great prince, forgive the freedom of my speech; You think that love has seasons, and you think That if the spring bear off what the spring gave The heart need suffer no defeat; but I Who have accepted the Byzantine faith, That seems unnatural to Arabian minds, Think when I choose a bride I choose for ever; And if her eye should not grow bright for mine Or brighten only for some younger eye, My heart could never turn from daily ruin, Nor find a remedy.” “But what if I Have lit upon a woman, who so shares Your thirst for those old crabbed mysteries, So strains to look beyond our life, an eye That never knew that strain would scarce seem bright, And yet herself can seem youth’s very fountain, Being all brimmed with life.” “Were it but true I would have found the best that life can give, Companionship in those mysterious things That make a man’s soul or a woman’s soul Itself and not some other soul.” “That love Must needs be in this life and in what follows Unchanging and at peace, and it is right Every philosopher should praise that love.

I lost eight centuries once, missed most of the Byzantine Empire.” Percy summoned the power of the river.

'Even granting some motive we don't suspect, why would he go to such Byzantine lengths, or invent such a wild cover story?