Do you recall that unbearable and bitter hour when the barbarians' boats came sailing down at you, wafting a breath of cruelty, savagery and murder? When the sea spread out its serene and unruffled surface, granting them gentle and agreeable sailing, while, waxing wild, it stirred against us waves of war? When the boats came past the city showing their crews with swords raised, as if threatening the city with death by the sword? When all hope ebbed away from men, and the city was moored only with recourse to the divine?
