Ferdinand Marquez waited. The sky above him was bright as the sun glared down. There were Saracens in the city. He didn't see them, but had expected them, now for years. His warnings to Duke Charlene were not listened to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.

Ferdinand was a priest for fourteen years. When he was young, he watched the sailships and said to his father

'I want to be on the ships, papa'

Father said 'No! you will be converted by Saracens!'

There was a time when he believed him. Then he got older, he stopped. But now in the Christian city of the Franks, he knew there were Saracens.

'This is Charlene' the voice of the Duke called 'You must convert the Saracens!'

So Ferdinand picked up his staff and walked outside the castle.

'He going to baptize us!' said the Saracens!

'I will convert at him' said the Imam and he chanted Wolololo. Ferdinand Wololod back and tried to convert him. But then he heard the clarion call signaling to retreat.

'No! I must convert the Saracens!' he shouted

He then felt a hand over his shoulder and he saw the Duke was now wearing the colors of the Saracens 'No, Ferdiand. You are the Saracen.'

And then, Ferdinand was a Muslim.