Three days later.
Morning in Constantinople.
The Crusader Knight, wearing a white cross cloak adorned with a double-headed eagle emblem, led a group of ladies and a team of heavy infantry dressed in neat white cross cloaks towards the bridge.
"Is this the Theodosius Wall?"
They stood beneath the towering Theodosius Wall, gazing up at the colossal wall that resembled a majestic mountain and formed a three-tiered staircase.
Beyond the wall was an incredibly wide moat, at least fifty feet across, though there was no water in it now. One could imagine that during wartime, it would be an insurmountable barrier.
The outermost wall was somewhat shorter, perhaps less than twenty feet high, the second layer was about twenty-five feet, and the innermost one rose sharply to about forty feet.
Every so often, a square tower rose to a height of sixty feet.
