The Nightfall of Salimon

No one noticed when night fell on constantinople, for the splendor of salimon made night no less glorious than day. Through gardens that were riots of blossoms and perfume crescents twinkled like myriad fireflies. Fireworks turned the city into a realm of shimmering magic above which the minarets of 500 mosques rose like towers of fire in an ocean of golden foam. Tribesmen on asian hills gaped and marvelled at the blaze that pulsed and glowed afar, paling the very stars. All that splendor centred in the hippodrome where horsemen of turkestan and tartary competed in breath taking races with